Straight out of frame'n'bend out of shape
Nothing's real x-cept
Look at that guy in those tight leather-pants
He can't
Yeah! I wake up; beaten, wrapped around the T.V.
Strange
There was a real thin line
Between right or wrong
I learned politeness on my mother's knee..
I learned by
Yeah! See the milk's in the fridge
And it's turning
In a heavy-metal box
Where I was kept from I
We played this part of this song for a year
Yeah, c'mon!
Hey, there's nothing I hate in.
No, there's
Heart and clock slows down...
And the sand reverberates with