Underworld - Dirty Epic lyrics
[Underworld - Dirty Epic lyrics]
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
You're a connector connector
Connector connector i'm so dirty
And the light blinds my eyes
You're 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 skin-tight 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 off-peak
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
Freeze-dried 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
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
You're a connector connector
Connector connector i'm so dirty
And the light blinds my eyes
You're 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 skin-tight 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 off-peak
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
Freeze-dried 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