There's no in talking about music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of confusing, that's all The of sex is more fun
And the road that lead you to both of them Is known for the and wrecks 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
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
Well, at first you say you'll just do it for But you do it with friends, right As soon as you do it for Right there's the innocence ends
How will you navigate between and worse With just these of people to count? The pop charts are just cutting For the of units you mount
spirit gets lost in accounting The counting its toll You find yourself craving numbers It's the sex-drug of rock and
And it leads you to strange Like image, marketing Just to get them to like you, that's what you think How could that be a sin?
ground The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
Well, what do you want them to like you See That's the question to ask, the question it help you if everyone knew your face If that were only a mask?
And why do you want to like you? What change are you to bring? Or do you lust just their attention Do you them to come when you sing?
Sacred The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over ground Make it all the
What you to do? What you to do? Capture their beauty So you could feel loved for an hour? Is it the power of attractive, no
It is the attraction of power? See, sex and music are much the We feel hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of both Is just you put in
ground The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
ground They to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
want to pave it The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred They to pave it over Sacred it all the same
Sacred