Sweet in winter sweet in rain Shake well before use she said You never touch me any more this way Connector in receiver out You let me in through the back door Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to Romford Ride the sainted rhythms Sweet in winter sweet in rain Shake well before use she said You never touch me any more this way Oh no Connector connector connector connector Youre a connector connector connector connector Im so dirty And the light blinds my eyes Youre oh so dirty And the light it blinds my eyes Here comes Christ on crutches Call me wet trampoline she said today But I was too busy with my hand Shake well before use she said But you never touch me any more I was busy listening for phone sex Coming through the back door In skintight trunks And we all went mental And danced I get my kicks on Channel 6 I get my kicks on Channel 6 I get my kicks on Channel 6 I get my kicks on Channel 6 To the offpeak Electricity And the light blinds my eyes And I feel dirty 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 phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s Freezedried with a new religion And my teeth stuffed back in my head I get my kicks on Channel 6 The light it burns my eyes And I feel so dirty Here comes Christ on crutches I will not be confused Will not be confused They left me confused I will not be confused With another man This pressure of opinions Lighten up Listen to your eyes, you said But all I could see was Doris Day In a big screen satellite Disappearing down the tube hole on Farringdon Street With whiplash willy the motor psycho And the light it burns my eyes And the light it burns my eyes I get my kicks on Channel 6 I get my kicks on Channel 6 Repeat to fade
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