Fat White Family - Tinfoil Deathstar lyrics
[Fat White Family - Tinfoil Deathstar lyrics]
The telly is red hot it's autumn in my loins
There's glamour in them hills, tonight
All my ingrown time grapes of solid pain
Feed me to the door, again
Trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
My baby's trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar people make demands
It's hard to understand
Background hum at best, right now
Holding back the light
Put down your batter ram
Calm your shaking hands, tonight
Trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
My baby's trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
Is that David Clapson
Wincing through the glass?
A deck of death white sanctions
Firmly in his grasp type one, type one
It's a type one situation type one, type one
It's a type one situation
There's glamour in them hills, tonight
All my ingrown time grapes of solid pain
Feed me to the door, again
Trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
My baby's trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar people make demands
It's hard to understand
Background hum at best, right now
Holding back the light
Put down your batter ram
Calm your shaking hands, tonight
Trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
My baby's trying to hitch a ride
On a tinfoil deathstar
Is that David Clapson
Wincing through the glass?
A deck of death white sanctions
Firmly in his grasp type one, type one
It's a type one situation type one, type one
It's a type one situation