You were walking down the street You were just across the street So I had to cross the street To get to your side of the street It's torture, it's torture
Are you ready for my Sucky-Sucky? Are you ready to be set free? Are you ready to Syphon Gasoline? Are you ready for the number 3? Are you ready for big
Sharpen up your number two pencils cause the test is begining Your entering a game of losers and there is no winning Cause people getting nervous, people
Dance epidemic tonight Your body goes to waste The minute you don't give it to me I'm dying for your sins on the dance floor Can't you see You know
Baby get up off the floor That man you're with He ain't no innocent man He's a killer child I seen him rip apart a young girl With his bare hands Now
nights Devil nights Nights with the devil Driving around the city Everything is wrong but you know it feels right spending all your money on the electric
If money talks then I'm a mime If time is money then I'm out of time And I was once with a million quid Have a seat I'll tell you what I did Can't sit
Bobby goes to work on Mondays He's got a car but he don't drive Billy meets him at the office Neither one knows he's alive Tommy's closing a big deal
Like Jimmy Carter, like electric underwear. Like any idea that never had a chance to go anywhere, this is who you are: A paid celebrity who drives off
I woke up on the floor again And I needed something to eat So I went down the street to Monty's grill "What'll it be?" said Monty, sporting a wry grin
She doesn't like it too hot She doesn't like it too cold Room temperature! Room temperature!
kill the body child, but the head is still gonna live You can give all your money now, until there?s nothing left to give You can play your electric
[Originally by Queen] (Radio) I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage life And ev'rything I need to know I heard it on my
I ride a taxi To nowhere And as soon as I get out I'm gonna be alone I'm in the backseat Dyin' I can't remember anything at all Except the day that
don't, she don't need no vibrator She don't, she don't, she don't need no vibrator She don't, she don't, she don't need no electric entertainer tonight
with the devil Driving around the city Everything is wrong But you know it feels right Spending all your money On the electric light Handing over your
Un, deux, trois, quatre You were walking down the street You were just across the street So I had to cross the street To get to your side of the street
Sharpen up your number two pencils 'Cause the test is beginning Your entering a game of losers And there is no winning 'Cause people getting nervous
