Sweet in winter, sweet in "Shake well use," she said You never me anymore this way in, receiver out You let me in the back door
the sainted rhythms On the train to Romford Ride the rhythms
in winter, sweet in rain "Shake well use," she said You never touch me this way Oh no, connector, connector, connector, a connector, connector, connector, connector
And I'm so dirty and the light blinds my You're oh so and the light, it blinds my eyes Here Christ on crutches
"Call me wet trampoline," she said Well I was too busy my hand "Shake well use," she said But you never touch me I was listening for phone sex Coming through the back door in skin tight And we all went mental and
I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six
To the off peak And the blinds my eyes and I feel dirty And the light blinds my eyes and I so shaken in my faith comes Christ on crutches
And here comes God, here comes another God Like a thunder, with a smell of sugar And a tongue and designer voodoo Well I got sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s Freeze dried with a new And my teeth stuffed back in my
I get my on channel six The light it burns my and I feel so dirty Here Christ on crutches
I'll be confused be confused They left me I not be confused with another man pressure of opinions
"Lighten up, listen to your eyes," you But all I could see was Day in a big screen satellite Disappearing down the hole on Farringdon Street With Willy, the motor psycho
Tthe it burns my eyes And the it burns my eyes I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six