Go and look for the dejected Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud Then on coins his face was mirrored Take a look, it soon hath slithered To a fractured
Caressing bent up to the jug again with sheaths and pills Invading all those stills in a hovel of a bed I will scream in vain Oh please miss lane, leave
I dare you To be real To touch To touch a flickering flame The pangs of The pangs of dark delight Don't cower Don't cower in night fright Don't back
What do you want of me? What do you long from me? A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn, a count, white and drawn What do you make of me? What can you take from
We're going down We're going down We're going down To the kamikaze dive Pussy Galore Fishnet leatherette Psuedo sumo wrestler Dangerous dances The dragons
Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if, what if? Nerves Tell
(john cale) Virgin mary was tired So tired Tired of listening to gossip Gossip and complaints They came from next door And a bewildered stream of chatter
Scope Scope Scope Scope Electroscope Scope Galvanoscope Scope Hydroscope Scope Polemoscope Scope Telescope Scope Microscope Scope Seismoscope Scope
Small talk stinks Small talk stinks Small talk stinks See the young man in his new gown Small talk stinks Talking up to his bouffant drag Something that
In a crucifixation ecstasy Lying cross chequed in agony Stigmata bleed continuously Holes in head, hands, feet and weep for me Stigmata, oh, you sordid
Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding The idea was simple for a decent overloading And for a multiple flash with no chords attached It
Terror couple kill Colonel Terror couple kill Colonel His eyes were heavy He carried a card One couple question The others discharged Terror couple kill
Terror couple kill Colonel Terror couple kill Colonel His eyes were heavy, he carried a card A couple question, the others discharged Terror couple kill
Hidden in the dashboard The unseen mechanized eye Under surveillance The road is full of cat's eyes It's sick function to pry The spy in the cab Coldly
Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden Nose Slim I know, I know where you've been Purple Pie Pete His lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat
out this labyrinth place I do get bored, I get bored In the flat field I get bored, I do get bored In the flat field Yin and Yang lumber punch Go taste
Перевод: Bauhaus. В Flat Field.
