lyrics
goes for a ride in the lightning storm
obscures the man like a clown hung over
the city opens up
emits a pleasant drone
the gentle hum of motors stop
brings forth the sun
here it goes
there it goes
here it comes
when a million droning motors assonate
here it goes
there it goes
when a million droning motors assonate
you're not listening, that's okay
it's subliminal anyway
perfect girls need perfect guys
his firm gluteals, her supple thighs
that's why i fuck you
you let me fuck you
everything you own
i fucking destroy
the less i want
the less i hurt
i make love to you
every night
and then i dismiss you
without an apology
i do it with numbers
and no conscience cuz i'd rather have a bag of feathers
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from
Theselah,
released 01 November 1999
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