hang on to yourself

well she's a tongue twisting storm

she will come to the

show tonight

praying to the light machine

she wants my honey not my money she's a funky-thigh

collector

layin' on 'lectric dreams

so come on

come on

we've really got a good thing going

well come on

well come on

if you think we're gonna make it

you better hang on to yourself

we can't dance

we don't talk much

we just ball and play

but then we move like tigers on vaseline

well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

you're the blessed

we're the spiders from mars

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come on

ah

come on

ah