(Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... you can kiss me)

Woven in the surface, a premonition of the land erupting

A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead,

Revolvin' in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama walk'n on the sidewalk

So let me see ya howl'n through the keyhole,

"God damn, swept away"



She shouted,

(now let's move)

She love it,

(but let's take the back door)

Gettin' away,



Yeah, I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony

Whoever said, "The one who strips your soul is the one that got away"

A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery

Got love so mystifying,

"God damn, swept away" 



She shouted,

(now let's move)

She love it,

(but let's take the back door)

Gettin' away,



She shouted,

(now let's move)

She love it,

(but let's take the back door)

Gettin' away,



(Oh, wow, cool it. What's that John,

Beat it. You want to start a rumble)



Voodoo beat on the mind

The digs too deep to find,

Something has got to give man

Psycho racketeero star,

You are just what you are

So play the misty, baby

Get you into a river sky,

Let your nature cry "I need another"



Drift beyond the sleeping

The moon is shift'n shadows on her figure

Swaptime locomotion "I can't take it, anymore"

Sunlight through the shutters

Illuminating moment to the moment

Put the halo over

"God damn, swept away"



She shouted,

(now let's move)

She love it,

(but let's take the back door)

Gettin' away,



She shouted,

(now let's move)

She love it,

(but let's take the back door)

Gettin' away, 



(Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with)



Planet pretty kill (get up and kill)

Motherfucker hanging on the thrill,

Psychoholic slag

Tomorrow yeah, It's another drag,



Picnic in the homeland 

Like a Jesus super-star,

Sleepin' daily, baby

Yeah I know who you are,



Planet pretty kill (get up and kill)

Motherfucker hanging on the thrill,

Small haven, haven

I got a left hand of the keeper

Meet me in St. Louis

God a one-way ticket's cheaper

Time-travel I'm walkin' 

I got white line zombie fever

Time bomb the hero, tickin' to zero,



(Cool a fast short, swing with a gassy chick, turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened or check what's going to happen, you'll miss what's happening. Turn your eyes inside & dig the vacuum. Tomorrow... drag)