Sweet in winter
sweet in rain. shake well before use she said.
you never touch me anymore this way.
connector in. receiver out. you let me in through the back door.
ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to romford.
ride the sainted rhythms.
sweet in winter sweet in rain. shake well before use she said.
you never touch me anymore this way. oh no.
connector connector connector connector.
you're a connector connector connector connector.
i'm so dirty. and the light blinds my eyes.
you're oh so dirty. and the light it blinds my eyes.
here comes christ on crutches.
call me wet trampoline she said today. well i was too busy with
my hand.
shake well before use she said but you never touch me anymore.
i was busy listening for phone sex
coming through the back door. in skin-tight trunks. and we all
went mental...
and danced.
i get my kicks on channel six. i get my kicks on channel six...
to the off-peak...electricity.
and the light blinds my eyes. and i feel dirty.
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.
and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s.
freeze-dried with a new religion. and my teeth stuffed back in my
head.
i get my kicks on channel six. the light it burns my eyes.
and i feel so dirty. here comes christ on crutches.
i will not be confused. will not be confused. they left me
confused.
i will not be confused...with another man.
this pressure of opinions.
lighten up. listen to your eyes, you said. but all i could see
was doris day
in a big screen satellite. disappearing down the tube hole on
farringdon street
with whiplash willy the motor psycho.
and the light it burns my eyes. and the light it burns my eyes.
i get my kicks on channel six...
