The Rxy Suicide are Fucking S * T * A * R * S

Album: Glam-Damaged

Here Come The Foxes

Well I Don't know what to do with Myself - Here Come The Foxes

I Get So Nervous When They Come Around - Here Come The Foxes

What Can I Do, You Know? With A Stone Fox Better To Let You Go

I Thought I'd Let You Know - Here Come The Foxes 

 

She Put Her Hand On Her Hip - Here Come The Foxes

She's Got A Lip Glossed Cigarette - Here Come The Foxes

Now All The Kids They Got Nowhere To Go

But To Rodney's English Disco 

I Thought I'd Let You Know -  Here Come The Foxes 

 

What Can I Do? With A Stone Fox So Hot Yet So Cool

She's The Last In Line - She's The Last Of A Kind 

Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea 

 

Kashmir Kiss 

Whoa Oh Kashmir Kiss, Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh 

I've been lookin' for a Kashmir Kiss, not unlike some designer drug

Angora whores and those pretty boys - but it's not the Seventies baby

 

Whoa Oh Kashmir Kiss, Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh

 

I've been lookin' for a Kashmir Kiss, where fashion is in outer space

Calvin jeans and heroin chic - It's like a drug and I just can't kick it

 

Whoa Oh Kashmir Kiss, Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh 

 

Alice Bowie 

 I know you’re nervous - You’re nervous but you’re cool

They got your name on their lips -You’re not of the same world

And all the shy ones - In the hallway after school

They wanna watch you lace em up - and stomp those platform shoes

 

You always had a different kinda - Fascination

When other kids all across the nation looked so bland

You’d rather look like the boys in band - Well alright

 

They call you Alice Bowie- and I like it yea you know me

And I just cannot pretend - Here we go again…                                                   

They call you Alice Bowie - and they don’t care to know your name

 

Ya got a Cherie Currie poster - on your wall

There’s an altar of records on your bedroom floor

You’re cutting up your fabric - lookin for distraction    

You’d never cut your cloths to this year’s fashion

 

Ya  thought it was a thrown away – generation

When other kids across the nation

Wanna change the world alright – Well you can’t change the world

But you can change the night

 

Glam Damaged 

She said I gotta talk to you - Gotta tell you, Tell you what I want to

I Don't wanna go downtown, I kinda wanna but I just ain't that desperate

She said I gotta talk to you - Gotta talk, gotta talk talk to you

I Don't wanna go downtown, I kinda wanna but I just ain't that desperate

  

And if the music ain't right, I ain't goin' out - goin' out tonight

 

I know that babe you got the needle, and I know, you know I got the wax wax

So exciting, just keep on spinnin' that track - cause I know, babe you got the needle 

 

We'll start a riot a sensation

I got a strange fascination - I kinda wanna but I just ain't that desperate 

 

Silly Thing 

(Cook/ Jones)   

 

The Damned and the Beautiful 

Wear it down on the street- Wear it tight, don’t concede cause I like it-

Yea I like it

And you got god-given ass-you’re electric you’re the Nazz and I Like it

Like it, Like it, Like it, Love it yea

 

I keep a lookin' but you’re too far, too far

You paid good money - to get down on my guitar

 

Cause We’re the Damned, the Damned and the Beautiful

We’re gonna get ya – we’re gonna get you

Don’t try to kid yourself there’s nothing wrong

You got your halo on – and the force is strong

 

Wear it too fast for love- wear it tight like a glove cause I want it-

Oh yes I do

And you’re just simply divine, magnetic monkeyshine and I Like it-

Like it, Like it, Like it, Love it yea 

 

Radio Lies 

It’s all Radio Lies

Just shut your pretty mouth and stop telling those Radio Lies

It’s all Radio, Radio - It’s all Radio Lies

 

You can’t find it - In your magazines

You can’t find it on your TV screens

But you can find it, find it - In your record sleeves

 

And this aint no savoir faire

You change your look and you change your hair

But I don’t need no, need no GaGa Radio - Laissez Faire

  

 

Hang On To Yourself 

(David Bowie) 

 

I Wanna Be On Sire 

I wanna be on Sire records- Oh Yeah, Oh Oh Yeah

DDT now I’m affected- Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah

 

Seymour Seymour what would you do?

Seymour Seymour I’ve been sniffin' glue

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, well alright! 

 

I wanna be Buzz Buzz on Sire- Oh Yeah, Oh Oh Yeah

A new hit on my amplifier - Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah

 

New York, London, Paris, Munich too

Seymour Seymour I’ve been sniffin' glue

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Well alright!

 

            Vinyl records 8-tracks too

            I would wear hot pants for you

            I don’t wanna be like Johnny Thunders

            I just wanna be on Album Covers

 

And I wanna be Buzz Buzz on Sire- Oh Yeah, Oh Oh Yeah

A new hit on my amplifire- Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah

New York, London, Paris, Munich too

I would- I would wear hot pants for you

Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah, well alright! 

 

Sex Bomb Babies 

Sex Bomb Babies, Sex Bomb Babies, Sex Bomb Babies

 

Oh and they had lips like cyanide

A kiss so sweet, oh so sweet

Just one taste from their poison apple

Would have you down on your knees

 

Oh and it was the kind of love meant to last

The nouveau riche had turned in to trash

A century passed and the glitterati asked

voulez vous coucher avec moi?

 

Oh and they had lips like cyanide

A kiss so sweet, oh so sweet

Just one taste from their poison apple

They were the Sex Bomb babies

 

  

 

Dirty Denim

Lets Drop the needle, Drop it in the groove

Just wanna get outta here, no Quaaludes for the dudes

American thighs rub hard- in Dirty Denim

 

We got the strip, we got the Ave.

We got Colfax and that ain’t bad

We can all make it cheap again- in Dirty Denim 

 

We'll keep it loud, our guitar's slung low

Your jacket reeks of one-thousand shows

Well nothing grabs your ass- like Dirty Denim

 

We like it hard, we want it fast

Just wag your hair- we’ll raise a glass

Nothing shines so bright- as Dirty Dirty Denim