He's a street walkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm, the runaway son, the world's forgotten boy, only five foot one with a hard-assed pair of shoulders, the chairman of the bored, the passenger who sees the city's ripped backside, your dog, with a baby who's turned blue, he's gonna have real cool time, he's got a TV eye, down on the street, in the funhouse, in Kill City, on a death trip with a lust for life, he's looking for one new value, but nothing comes his way. He's 65 today. Happy birthday Iggy.
Search And Destroy (in mono)
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