sweet in winter
sweet in the rain
shake well before use
she said,
"you never touch me anymore this way"
connector-in
receiver-out
you let me in through the backdoor
...loosen up...
...it's like i'm vomiting...
...all night dancing...
...let him start...
...drip...
ride the sainted rythms on the midnight train to romford
ride the sainted rythms
sweet in winter
sweet in the rain
shake well before use
she said,
"you never touch me anymore this way"
(oh no)
connector...
(you're a)
connector...
i'm so dirty
and the light it blinds my eyes
you're oh so dirty
and the light it blinds my eyes
here comes christ on crutches
...ten cents to boot...
...check him undercover...
...huh? who else-
"call me wet trampoline,"
she said today
but i was too busy with my head
shake well before use
she said,
"but you never touch me anymore"
i was busy listening for phonesex
coming through the back door
in her skin tight trunks
and we all went
mental
and dancing
...ah yes, did you get in...
...tell the others did you get in...
...look in the dirty erotic fantasy...
...huh...
...hey...
...big thoughts...
i get my kicks on channel six...
to the off-peak electricity
and the light blinds my eyes
and i feel dirty
hey-ohhhoooooo-ohhh
and the light blinds my eyes
and i feel so
shaken in my faith
here comes christ on crutches
and here comes another god (here comes another god)
like a buffalo thunder with a smell of sugar
and a velvet tongue and designer voodoo
but i got phonesex to see me through
the emptiness in my 501s
freeze dried in my new religion
and my teeth stuffed back in my head
i get my kicks on channel six...
i get my kicks on channel six
the light it blinds my eyes
and i feel so dirty
(i feel so dirty)
here comes christ on crutches
(here comes christ on crutches)
i will not be confused (will not be confused)
you left me confused
i will not be confused (with another man)
...dirty dirty dirty...
...second fizzles...
...suck on cockroaches...
this pressure of opinions
lighten up
listen to your eyes you said
but all i could see was doris day
and a bigscreen satellite
disappearing down the tubehole in furringdon st.
with whiplash-willy the motor-psycho
