Bauhaus - Honeymoon Croon



Honeymoon croon tonight

Sew my socks tonight

say whose on the tiles tonight

lurking lipstick tickle fickle



Marylin's on.

Send her by air mail, PARAVION

Certificate of X-tacy in my head

Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed



Croon croon tonight

Honeymoon tonight

Sew my socks tonight, tonight



The stranger arrives,

the gun still warm

20 years to old

used to form

turns out to be an old trick,

from her senior service, Senior service



She insists on tying down

after the soldier sailor curfew

All alone in the cathedral bar

she preys in dockland



He asked to see her hidden side

She, the colour of his money... colour of his money

Honeymoon croon tonight

sew my sock tonight

I say, whose on the tiles tonight?

I say, Honeymoon



Marylin's fading fast better get straight

the catch from the sidewalk is in a state

the sound of footsteps - mummy's here

I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear

Better fix her drink tonight,

bed time comes

must blot out this use my gun

Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight



Honeymoon croon tonight

sew my sock tonight

I say, whose on the tiles tonight?

I say, Honeymoon