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Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake before use," she said
You touch me anymore this way
Connector in, out
You let me in the back door

the sainted rhythms
On the midnight train to
Ride the sainted

Sweet in winter, in rain
"Shake well before use," she
You touch me anymore this way
Oh no, connector, connector, connector,
You're a connector, connector, connector,

And I'm so dirty and the light my eyes
oh so dirty and the light, it blinds my eyes
Here Christ on crutches

"Call me wet trampoline," she today
Well I was too with my hand
"Shake well before use," she
But you never me anymore
I was busy listening for sex
Coming through the back door in skin trunks
And we all went mental and

I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six
I get my on channel six

To the off electricity
And the blinds my eyes and I feel dirty
And the light blinds my eyes and I feel so shaken in my
Here comes Christ on

And here another God, here comes another God
Like a buffalo thunder, a smell of sugar
And a velvet tongue and voodoo
Well I got phone sex to see me through the 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 eyes and I feel so
Here Christ on crutches

never be confused
Never be
They left me
I will not be confused another man
This pressure of

"Lighten up, to your eyes," you said
But all I could see was Doris Day in a big screen
Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street
whiplash Willy, the motor psycho

Tthe it burns my eyes
And the light it my eyes
I get my kicks on 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
I get my kicks on six
I get my kicks on six