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May 16, 2004 00:23

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 anymore this way

youre a connector, connector, connector, connector

im 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
well I was too busy with my hand
shake well before use she said
but you never touch me anymore
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 six
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
and 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 six
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