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