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(Sometimes) Pleasure Heads Must Burn Lyrics - Artist : Birthday Party, The
Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!...
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one I reckon if I touch it might just burn Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt When my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn Sometimes pleasure heads must Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop! My brain tricked my hands to believe they were strong In short, my hands became clubs to grind I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find Pop! pop!... I feel a little low, you know what I mean? Buried neck-high in British snow I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one Shoot me darling, shoot me in the head and go Ya! ya! teeth gone, follow my trail back home... Ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!... |
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