There's no sense in about music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, all The of sex is more fun
And the road that will lead you to both of Is known for the races and But there's less of a mystery in If we get some directions from sex
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They want to pave it ground Make it all the
Well, at first you say you'll do it for love But then you do it with friends, As as you do it for money Right there's where the ends
How will you navigate better and worse With just these of people to count? The pop charts are just notches For the number of units you
spirit gets lost in accounting The counting takes its You find craving more numbers It's the sex-drug of and roll
And it you to strange addictions Like image, spin Just to get them to like you, that's what you think How could that be such a
ground The big machine is Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over Sacred it all the same
Well, do you want them to like you for? See That's the to ask, that's the question Would it help you if everyone knew your If that face were a mask?
And why do you want them to like What are you trying to bring? Or do you lust after just attention Do you them to come when you sing?
Sacred The big machine is Sacred standing in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
you tryin' to do? What you tryin' to do? Capture their So that you could loved for an hour? Is it the of being attractive, no
It is just the attraction of See, sex and music are much the We feel with hearts and And what you are going to get out of both Is what you put in
Sacred The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to pave it Sacred Make it all the
They to pave it The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
ground They want to it over Sacred Make it all the
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