Hey Ho let's go to my favorite
Place in Soho
Grab a shot, it's on me, on the list
Spin some Mystery City
I've got a set to play at
Midnight
Yeah I could spin forever
When the music fills the airwaves
Oh you plastic lego queen
You're leaving here with me and going home
Hey Ho Let's Go
To a place that has no windows
Up all night, spinning botles, decadent infamy
We're going to the St. Mo
In a basement off of Wardor
It used to be at Sin yeah
Around the corner from the 12 bar
Oh you plastic lego queen
Oh prosthetic human being
Oh you plastic pretty things
You're leaving here with me and going home
Got stuck in the rain
(Sex, Murder, Art, Baby!)
But didn't miss a beat
(And I don't mean maybe)
Yeah the tart was in a hurry
(Sex, Murder, Art, Baby!)
So I knocked her off her feet
(And I don't mean maybe)
Oh you plastic lego queen
Oh prosthetic human being
Oh you plastic pretty things
You're leaving here with me and going home
Writer(s): Emil Schmidt, Shaun Morris
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