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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