Death Trip - The Stooges

Honey, honey

Alright

A girl will steer you wrong

A song can drive you blind

I move to master my machine

And I will not stand in line

Sick boy, sick boy, going wrong

Memory losing grip

Baby, I wanna take you out with me

Come along on my death trip

Come on my death trip

Honey honey, honey my death trip

Tell me, do you care for me?

Once I cared for you

Honey, come and be my enemy so I can love you true

A sick boy, sick boy, fading out, learning to be cruel

Baby, whip me in the heat

Turn me loose on you

Loose on you, honey, loose on you

Honey, loose on you, honey, loose on you

Turn me, turn me loose on you

Turn me, baby, loose on you

Turn me

Said I’m with you, you’re with me

Honey, we’re going down in history

We’re going down

Blow my cool, bite my lip

See me through on my death trip

Free this slave, hear me sing

You can save me, everything

Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me

I say I’ll stick you, you stick me

Say I’ll rip you, you rip me