to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not
 my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams

 chorus So come on, come on We've really got
 a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You
 better hang on to yourself

 We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball
 and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes
 out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

 So come on, come on We've really got a good
 thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
 hang on to yourself

 So come on, come on We've really got a good
 thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better
 hang on to yourself