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