As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent you asked for the latest party With your silicon hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was, Todd Browning streak he was Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee, I'm sure you're not protected, for its plain to see Diamond Dogs are poachers, and they hide behind trees Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal
Will they come? I keep a friend serene Will they come? Oh, baby, come unto me Will they come? Well, she's come, been, and gone Come out of the garden, baby You'll catch a death in the fog Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs