Sweet in winter, in rain "Shake before use," she said You touch me anymore this way Connector in, out You let me in through the back
Ride the sainted On the midnight train to Ride the sainted
in winter, sweet in rain "Shake well use," she said 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 You're oh so dirty and the light, it my eyes Here Christ on crutches
"Call me wet trampoline," she today Well I was too busy with my "Shake well before use," she But you never touch me I was busy listening for sex Coming through the back door in tight trunks And we all mental and danced
I get my kicks on six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six
To the off electricity And the light my eyes and I feel dirty And the light blinds my and I feel so shaken in my faith Here comes on crutches
And here another God, here comes another God Like a buffalo thunder, with a smell of And a velvet tongue and voodoo Well I got phone sex to see me through the in my 501s Freeze dried a new religion And my stuffed back in my head
I get my on channel six The light it burns my and I feel so dirty comes Christ on crutches
I'll never be Never be They left me I will not be with another man pressure of opinions
"Lighten up, listen to eyes," you said But all I could see was Day in a big screen satellite Disappearing down the tube on Farringdon Street With whiplash Willy, the psycho
light it burns my eyes And the light it burns my I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six I get my kicks on six I get my on channel six I get my on channel six