Highly inflammable Neurotic tensions Waiting to explode I thought you were a man You thought I was a woman Risen overflowed But I was Tinkerbell And
oh oh oh oh now everyday someone had a feeling for you then i was mostley running after the days that you were there im obsessed im obsessed with you
Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Chain
Not much difference 'tween a cow and you Flesh, blood, bones She cries like you do Cries like you do Yours is the hippest hypocritical point of view
Did you enjoy the party you went to the other night? No not really not really, no not really at all I was bored stiff all night. Did you find anyone you
Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more
1977 and we are going mad 1977 and we're gonna show them all It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads That apathy's a drag My mind is like a plastic bag
We got something don't you know it's true? We got something don't feel it too? We got something, we got something to do Not a mushy line that I'm pushing
Je crache a la gueule de tout ce systeme Quand je marche dans la rue je ne porte pas d'embleme Je vais ou je veux je pense comme je veux Pas de pression
Warrior in woolworths Behind his serville innocence He's the rebel on the underground He plots and he schemes Humble he may seem She's the rebel of the
Warrior in Woolworth's Humble he may seem Behind his servile innocence He plots and he schemes He's the rebel on the underground She's the rebel of the
Sophia look like a witch A beautiful witch is she Sophia look like a witch Hidden form in the name of chastity Sophia wears a crucifix Christ hung round
I am a poseur and I don't care I like to make people stare Exhibition is the name I like to make people stare I am a poseur and I don't care Voyeurism
It's dark and eerie And it's really late Come on kids don't hesitate We're going down to the underground We're going down we're going down To the underground
Johnny's got an addiction He's strung out without conviction He was raised with a microwave Sticky trashy fast food slave He's a junk food junky He could
Packet of cigarettes on the counter Carrying a government health warning Still they want the money, still they want the tax Still they want the money,
India, India, India India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow India, India, India I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision Looking for a guru such