dead alive...

...auto...

...dental mint drug...



sweet in winter

sweet in the rain

shake well before use

she said,

"you never touch me anymore this way"



connector-in

receiver-out

you let me in through the backdoor



...loosen up...

...it's like i'm vomiting...

...all night dancing...

...let him start...

...drip...



ride the sainted rythms on the midnight train to romford



ride the sainted rythms



sweet in winter

sweet in the rain

shake well before use

she said,

"you never touch me anymore this way"



(oh no)

connector...



(you're a)

connector...



i'm so dirty

and the light it blinds my eyes



you're oh so dirty

and the light it blinds my eyes



here comes christ on crutches



...ten cents to boot...

...check him undercover...

...huh? who else-



"call me wet trampoline,"

she said today

but i was too busy with my head

shake well before use

she said,

"but you never touch me anymore"

i was busy listening for phonesex

coming through the back door



in her skin tight trunks

and we all went

mental

and dancing



...ah yes, did you get in...

...tell the others did you get in...

...look in the dirty erotic fantasy...

...huh...

...hey...

...big thoughts...



i get my kicks on channel six...

to the off-peak electricity



and the light blinds my eyes

and i feel dirty



hey-ohhhoooooo-ohhh



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

but i got phonesex to see me through

the emptiness in my 501s

freeze dried in my new religion

and my teeth stuffed back in my head



i get my kicks on channel six...



i get my kicks on channel six

the light it blinds my eyes

and i feel so dirty

(i feel so dirty)

here comes christ on crutches

(here comes christ on crutches)



i will not be confused (will not be confused)



you left me confused



i will not be confused (with another man)



...dirty dirty dirty...

...second fizzles...

...suck on cockroaches...



this pressure of opinions



lighten up

listen to your eyes you said

but all i could see was doris day

and a bigscreen satellite

disappearing down the tubehole in furringdon st.

with whiplash-willy the motor-psycho



and the light it blinds my eyes



and the light it burns my eyes



i get my kicks on channel six