We like the music, we like the disco sound...hey!
We like
I'm the boy without a soul, No hot love, no
Augusta, Georgia, late September, One Mr. Brown's hot tempeed, This
"I don't like songs, music is just organised noise...and noise
"Perverts, on your knees! For what you're about to receive
PWEI, PWEI PWEI, PWEI PWEI, PWEI PWEI, PWEI PWEI, PWEI
OK everybody, we're the hi-tech gurus, TV and video, here
The day regurgitates at 6 PM on TV news, The
Sixteen She loves me not Sixteen different flavours of hell
Watch the skies, come in disguise,
Take more pills, Keep the
An alcohol whore is what I was before, Low-life day's
If we stand here shaking much more We're gonna come
