Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Germs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darby Crash
Songwriter
Pat Smear
Songwriter
Georg Ruthenberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joan Jett
Producer
Lyrics
You walk to the temple on the boulevard
You know the way in cause you're
The son of God
She opens the door with
A sardonic glance
You drop to the floor making your plans
(Chorus:)
It's a real cool parody
That's my dragon lady
In a low society with no variety
She lives a tongue on cheek dream
There's soemthing in her eyes
That nature denied
She's a whirlwind creature of cultural ties
A preacher of schemes and self denial
She talks up a storm with news and belial
(Chorus)
To live in Braham tragedy
Driven it seems by fantasies
A life like this is sad to see
A smile kept quite in reverie
The clock on the matle hands stop crossed
The rug on the floors a resting place for the dust
The talk of the town yet she's never been seen
A loving relation with a well trained machine
(Chorus)
Writer(s): Pat Smear, Darby Crash
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