Текст:
Fun for an hour til the hour’s gone
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
She’s got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (I don’t feel ok) [x2]
Grip-force the vials and strip the locks
Smash the set & slash the beds
And when it looks life a wife’s ex-plot
We’ll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She’s got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (I don’t feel ok) [repeat]
Like a docent’s lisp, like a damsel’s spit, like a dry gin’s twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir, like a pike’s dull spurs, like a pastor’s flock (of sheep)
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
In my bed at the break of dawn
She shivered like a vein slashed bright and new
She’s got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (I don’t feel ok) [x2]
Grip-force the vials and strip the locks
Smash the set & slash the beds
And when it looks life a wife’s ex-plot
We’ll cover all the rugs with cheap perfume
She’s got the radio active and it makes me feel ok (I don’t feel ok) [repeat]
Like a docent’s lisp, like a damsel’s spit, like a dry gin’s twist (of lime)
Like a poor droll sir, like a pike’s dull spurs, like a pastor’s flock (of sheep)
