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Primal Scream
Primal Scream


Background information
Origin Glasgow, Scotland, UK
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Acid House
Industrial
Experimental
Years active 1982—present
Label(s) B-Unique Records
Creation Records
Associated acts The Stone Roses
Spirea X
Adventures in Stereo
The Jesus and Mary Chain
Website Website
Members
Mani
Bobby Gillespie
Andrew Innes
Martin Duffy
Darrin Mooney
Barrie Cadogan
Former members
Jim Beattie
Paul Harte
Jim Hunt
Denise Johnson
Duncan Mackay
Tom McGurk
Stuart May
Henry Olsen
Steve Sidelnyk
Gavin Skinner
Martin St. John
Phillip 'Toby' Tomanov
Paul Mulraney
Robert "Throb" Young



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Primal Scream Lyrics

"Dolls (Come On Baby Let's Have A Good Time)" lyrics


Saw you walking down the street holding hands with some other guy,
Well a short skin suit, black patent leather boots, big brown round saucer eyes,
that's right!
I didn't talk to you then, you was kissing your friend,
Besides, it was the wrong time and place.
I went home, took a shower, met a lady, I got some flowers but shows ya hey I knew we'd meet again.

So I searched all over town, dudes hanging around,
No one had ever seen a chick like you before.
I hit strip joints and museums, bars and clubs and - jesus -
I even prayed in a cathedral for your soul.
Then one rainy winter Tuesday
I saw you on the subway
You were heading for the tunnel near the door.
I pressed my face against the glass, you sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle crash you smoked my skull.

So once again, walking in the pouring rain
Wondering who and why and where and what you were.
I had hallucinatory dreams, shivers, sweats and screams,
Like an opium withdrawal, only worse.
Then on one hot summer night I took a motorcycle ride,
Saw you looking really evil, spitting fire from your eyes.
Like a rockabilly queen, 'bout to kick start your machine.
Like a fighter pilot flying off to war.
You had a tight black leather jacket, skull and crossbones on the back,
God bless the sould of sweet Gene Vincent, there you were!

Don't want your diamonds, don't want your gold,
I want your love, I want your soul,
Come on babe, let's have a good time!

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