yeah, im hung like planet Pluto
hard to see with the naked eye
Burn Motherfucker Burn - Bloodhound Gang
I was tired of thinking that
Our love can shine your thoughts
Of our arrangements
Were really not like mine
I thought it over
And it was plain to see the love you said
You once needed
Could just not come from me
More to lose - Seona Dancing
She smells of the sun
and she's constantly saying
that's it's all right,
because lies sound so nice.
And like soil to seed goes
to casting my fears aside...
Satellite - BT
call me wet trampoline she said today.
well i was too busy with my hand.
shake well before use she said
but you never touch me anymore.
i was busy listening for phone sex
coming through the back door.
in skin-tight trunks.
and we all went mental and danced.
(fast forward)
to the off-peak electricity.
and the light blinds my eyes.
and i feel dirty.
and the light blinds my eyes.
and i feel so shaken in my faith.
here comes christ on crutches.
and here comes another god.
here comes another god
like a buffalo thunder
with a smell of sugar and a velvet tongue
and designer voodoo.
and i got phone sex to see me
through the emptiness in my 501s.
freeze-dried with a new religion.
and my teeth stuffed back in my head.
(fast forward)
this pressure of opinions.
lighten up.
listen to your eyes you said.
but all i could see was doris day
in a big screen satellite.
disappearing down the tube hole on farringdon street
with whiplash willy the motor psycho.
and the light it burns my eyes.
and the light it burns my eyes.
i get my kicks on channel six.
Dirty Epic - Underworld
A Letter to Elise - The Cure