Think of salad days They were folly and fun They were good, they were young
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light is what I fear I tell you that
I'm versatile, removable I'm reversible, so edible I'm the machine of menace You put me in your place So go on, the pleasure's mine I gotta see your
I'm just so beside myself With my endless love for you Love for you Can't respond to things I see or touch The way I normally do Normally do I can't
It's coming quick It's shining down It comes From all around I've got the moon above my shoulder And now I know Just what to do I'm running fast To
He's a muscleman, such a muscleman Muscle up to him, he'll let you rub his tan He's a muscleman, such a muscleman Muscle in with him, he'll let you hold
I'm gonna drive my motorbike to heaven I'm gonna slice a lemon in two and when the charcoal's burning bright We'll be there in heaven I'm gonna fly my
Hit the mission abort button Coitus interrupt us Tried to leave the world free spinning Someone surely stopped us Wait a day Second engine is okay Here
I walk about and then I wake up I scream and shout before I wake up But the thing is I'm aware of this hell You go to bed waiting for my yell You ask
I'm so young and curvy at the hips You can't wait to kiss my rosy lips Hold me in between your finger tips But It's you that I've got in my grip Chorus
Say it's not so I can't even chant in the bath I'm so alone, I'm coming home I need the warmth of the hearth The antique phone Here comes the hearth
Don't take me there tonight To the shepherd's isle They say there's people walking In toweling dressing gowns, awaiting trial I don't want to go I don
Step outside the house and leg it into town It's snowing now, the air is growing cold I rubbed the dirt and stared in through the windowpane I almost
The king of love sits in a field with his head in his hands Says it's alright, in fact it's the way it was planned We don't love his face, we don't love
Space looks good today It doesn't really change Looking up from fifth street The moon's within your range Space looks good today Take us for a ride I
I met a man yesterday, The sludge of love was in his way What do you say about that ? what do you say ? What do you say about that ? say you what do ?
Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick, Enough
Instrumental
