...auto...
			...dental mint drug...

sweet in winter
sweet in the rain
shake well before use
she said,
"you never touch me anymore this way"

	connector-in
	receiver-out
	you let me in through the backdoor

			...loosen up...
			...it's like i'm vomiting...
			...all night dancing...
			...let him start...
			...drip...

ride the sainted rythms on the midnight train to romford

					ride the sainted rythms

sweet in winter
sweet in the rain
shake well before use
she said,
"you never touch me anymore this way"

(oh no)
connector...

(you're a)
connector...

i'm so dirty
and the light it blinds my eyes

you're oh so dirty
and the light it blinds my eyes

here comes christ on crutches

			...ten cents to boot...
			...check him undercover...
			...huh? who else-

"call me wet trampoline,"
		she said today
but i was too busy with my head
shake well before use
she said,
"but you never touch me anymore"
i was busy listening for phonesex
coming through the back door

	in her skin tight trunks
	and we all went
	mental
	and dancing

			...ah yes, did you get in...
			...tell the others did you get in...
			...look in the dirty erotic fantasy...
			...huh...
			...hey...
			...big thoughts...

i get my kicks on channel six...
to the off-peak electricity

and the light blinds my eyes
and i feel dirty

hey-ohhhoooooo-ohhh

and the light blinds my eyes
and i feel so

	shaken in my faith

here comes christ on crutches

and here comes another god   (here comes another god)
like a buffalo thunder   with a smell of sugar
and a velvet tongue   and designer voodoo
	but i got phonesex to see me through
	the emptiness in my 501s
freeze dried in my new religion
and my teeth stuffed back in my head

i get my kicks on channel six...

i get my kicks on channel six
the light it blinds my eyes
	and i feel so dirty
		(i feel so dirty)
	here comes christ on crutches
		(here comes christ on crutches)

i will not be confused   (will not be confused)

you left me confused

i will not be confused   (with another man)

			...dirty dirty dirty...
			...second fizzles...
			...suck on cockroaches...

this pressure of opinions

lighten up
listen to your eyes you said
but all i could see was doris day
and a bigscreen satellite
disappearing down the tubehole in furringdon st.
with whiplash-willy the motor-psycho

and the light it blinds my eyes

and the light it burns my eyes

i get my kicks on channel six