Last Call For Russell's Balls Lyrics - Ten Foot Pole

Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess reigns 

Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules 

Forbids his listening to punk rock music 

Tried to burn his copy of The People's History 

His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive, 

All passion drained by the unhallowed leech 

Last Call for Russell's Balls 

The Demon must be fed 

Last Call for Russell's Balls 

They're hanging by a thread 

Russell says it's true love more like sick games 

A bitter brawl at midnight in the street 

Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion 

Laughing at the wicked witch of West Hollywood 

Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll 

A painted smile on a wooden face 

Last Call... 

A phone call woke up Russ in the middle of the night 

As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors 

and a light 

Caught the blades before the amputation was complete 

It seems the rearview mirror's where she would've 

hung the meat 

Born-again with pride, Russ hands her the broomstick 

Says it's time for her to fly away forever... 

Last Call saved Russell's balls 

The Demon's face turned red 

Smoke shot out her ears 

When he kicked her of bed 

He saved himself this time 

From the evil bride-to-be 

So clearly serpentine 

Now she's just a memory