There's no sense in about music, no of sex can be done I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, all The of sex is more fun
And the road that lead you to both of them Is for the races and wrecks But there's of a mystery in music If we get some directions from sex
ground The big machine is Sacred standing 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 as you do it for money Right there's the innocence ends
How will you navigate between and worse With just numbers of people to count? The pop charts are just notches For the of units you mount
When spirit gets lost in The takes its toll You find yourself craving more It's the of rock and roll
And it you to strange addictions Like image, spin Just trying to get them to like you, that's you think How could that be a sin?
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
Sacred want to pave it over Sacred Make it all the
Well, do you want them to like you for? See That's the question to ask, that's the Would it help you if everyone knew face If that face only a mask?
And why do you want to like you? What are you trying to bring? Or do you lust just their attention Do you want to come when you sing?
ground The big is moving ground We're in the way
ground They to pave it over ground Make it all the
What you to do? you tryin' to do? Capture their beauty So that you could feel for an hour? Is it the power of attractive, no
It is just the attraction of See, sex and music are the same We feel hearts and skin And you are going to get out of them both Is what you put in
ground The big machine is ground We're in the way
Sacred They want to it over ground Make it all the
They want to it The big machine is ground We're in the way
ground They want to pave it Sacred it all the same
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