High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
You don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because youre beautiful
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
Reads like 'Floodland'-era Andrew Eldritch.
ReplyDeleteThis is awful, silly words. Sorry, i used to be a fan. Recently i listened again this album. 20 years passed, the fire is gone, the fanatic´s dead. When Butler´s quits all must die. R.I.P.
ReplyDeleteCheers!!