There's no sense in talking music, no Talking of sex can be I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, all The directness of sex is fun
And the road that will lead you to of them Is known for the races and But there's of a mystery in music If we get some directions from sex
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They want to it over ground Make it all the
Well, at first you say just do it for love But then you do it with friends, As as you do it for money there's where the innocence ends
How will you navigate between and worse With these numbers of people to count? The pop charts are just notches For the number of you mount
spirit gets lost in accounting The counting its toll You yourself craving more 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?
Sacred The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They want to pave it ground Make it all the
Well, what do you want them to you for? See That's the question to ask, that's the Would it help you if knew your face If that face were a mask?
And why do you want to like you? What change are you trying to Or do you lust after their attention Do you want them to come you sing?
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over ground Make it all the
you tryin' to do? What you tryin' to do? their beauty So you could feel 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 with hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of them Is what you put in
ground The big machine is ground We're in the way
ground They want to it over Sacred Make it all the
They want to it The big is moving Sacred We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
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