I'm having erratic dreams Coming apart at the seams I gotta get away If I don't get away I'm gonna break it all Everyone is trying to tear me apart
[Originally by Adam and the Ants] Well tie me up and hit me with a stick Beat me beat me Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick Beat me beat me There
Well I'm just sick and tired of talking on the phone Sitting in your room conversing all alone Talking talking talking about everybody else What you'd
Hey there, baby doll come meet me in the bathroom stall or anywhere, anywhere you please hey there, lover please I'm begging you, I'm on my knees it's
Call it call it up again The commies are coming and I hear you say Who cares who knows? Maybe I will one day Who knows what you're gonna say? Not me
I made some molded plastic My circuits are hardwired I'm solid state So I never get tired Yeah Something's going on If you think you are strong I'll
They cruise in unmarked vans Your parts are in their hands Control you with a shack of light They're done with tv screens They're using laser beams You
There's radiation in my tv set (it's realigning you) I guess I know that but it hasn't got me yet (How do you know?) I know, I know, I know, I know I
I comprehend that there's a danger, that you might misapprehend the way things are. You look to me like you're a stranger, perhaps you've come here from
[Originally by Scorpions] Crave communication See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation Do you feel him, the cold vibration 'Cause a
Got my tv on Got my radio playing Got facts and figures They don't help at all. One thing I don't understand And that's you. That's you. Got charts
no words to this song
Oh Oh Oh Oh Hush it's not safe to talk That terminal could be switched on The IBMs could monitor And flag the things we say Make sure you keep your cover
It's you I'm sure 'Cause I can't find the cure But I don't believe The effect you have on me I can't find the antidote for you I'm sure That love is nothing
See them on the TV screen, looking back with electric eyes; Razorblades and vaseline; what I see is synthesized. Photographs and magazines will accept
i dont want you to touch me dont try to help you'll only make it worse dont tell me it will be okay nothings gonna be okay anyway it doesnt matter im
I think I know you so glad to meet you I need to see you I wanna spit right in your face You think you're sex or ? I know you're nothing when the guilt
I really can't explain it The way you make me feel Try hard to contain it But I cannot conceal the things you do to me I'm crystal clear You see right
