Pulp - Styloroc lyrics
[Pulp - Styloroc lyrics]
After many weeks in the wilderness
We came upon a strange, exotic land
A land of happy hours
Where the sky is always grey
And the food exceptionally greasy
We drank strange dark brown liquids
And our stomachs swelled up like balloons
A thousand fake orgasms every night
Behind thick dralon curtains
They go on and on and on and on
We sank back into mauve PVC sofas
Outside dogs roamed the streets
And the rooftops glistened in the rain
But now we've grown so fat we can
No longer pass through the door
So stay we must sprouting black hair beneath
Bri-nylon underwear yes, here we will stay
These nights of suburbia go on and on
And on and on and on
We came upon a strange, exotic land
A land of happy hours
Where the sky is always grey
And the food exceptionally greasy
We drank strange dark brown liquids
And our stomachs swelled up like balloons
A thousand fake orgasms every night
Behind thick dralon curtains
They go on and on and on and on
We sank back into mauve PVC sofas
Outside dogs roamed the streets
And the rooftops glistened in the rain
But now we've grown so fat we can
No longer pass through the door
So stay we must sprouting black hair beneath
Bri-nylon underwear yes, here we will stay
These nights of suburbia go on and on
And on and on and on
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