The sponsor's sweating The girls are fretting But he's getting away With re-fuck This city crawler Would like to howler He's not a brawler But he's got something to say Like burning down a flat To light a cigarette Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song Rest your eyes, you got it coming on How late the favourite game Eleven on the clock of fun and shame Into the black anew We need a big blow to kill a little flame Tell me what you gonna do Come on now baby can you put me through It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow I feel at home in your pressure dome Let's jettison in unison That monotonous drone (It's) like burning down a flat To light a cigarette Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song Rest your eyes, you got it coming on How late the favourite game Eleven on the clock of fun and shame Into the black anew We need a big blow to kill a little flame Tell me what you gonna do I don't wanna look at the receding moon Tell me what you gonna do Come on now baby can you put me through Oh let me hype this dream My own promo machine Wipe your belly clean Like a “Behind the scenes” We've been there before I always been your whore But now I want it more I am bored and lonely tonight
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Copy to Clipboard: The sponsor's sweating The girls are fretting But he's getting away With re-fuck This city crawler Would like to howler He's not a brawler But he's got something to say Like burning down a flat To light a cigarette Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song Rest your eyes, you got it coming on How late the favourite game Eleven on the clock of fun and shame Into the black anew We need a big blow to kill a little flame Tell me what you gonna do Come on now baby can you put me through It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow I feel at home in your pressure dome Let's jettison in unison That monotonous drone (It's) like burning down a flat To light a cigarette Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song Rest your eyes, you got it coming on How late the favourite game Eleven on the clock of fun and shame Into the black anew We need a big blow to kill a little flame Tell me what you gonna do I don't wanna look at the receding moon Tell me what you gonna do Come on now baby can you put me through Oh let me hype this dream My own promo machine Wipe your belly clean Like a “Behind the scenes” We've been there before I always been your whore But now I want it more I am bored and lonely tonight
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