Self Lyrics
Self Lyrics
"Joy, The Mechanical Boy Lyrics"
Stephanie Says Lyrics
(Reed) Stephanie says that she wants to know Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What countr
(Reed) Stephanie says that she wants to know Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What countr
wired up to the system is the father
plugging in, cueing up, making digital whoopie
never before in the history of all
has organic and mechanic come together so sweetly
now computing in italics and write protected
reading out - its a boy!
she's faxing and having a baby
the father stumbles to the ground
gasps for air
Torture Lyrics
A million baby kisses from a kissing booth on wheels this sign is pretty poison on the envelope she seals and your love is by the way who knows exactly
but makes no soundA million baby kisses from a kissing booth on wheels this sign is pretty poison on the envelope she seals and your love is by the way who knows exactly
dies thinking it was impossible
- chorus -
half machine and half of me
wonder what he'll grow to be
the boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy
hiding out, underground, raving in techno fashion
always out all night cause robots don't sleep
embraced by all of the freaks calling him
the terminator
You are the only precious With the glimmer in your emerald eyes A hand reaches for mine It's so warm and cures my cold In your arms soon I'll sleep Embr
part of the scene, a wirey structure
only problem seems, he has no culture
dead stereo panned, joy's mechanical pride
vacuum tubes and vcr's make jill the mechanical bride
- chorus -
look inside his motorola mind
know there's nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no jazz cos he'
Type Slowly Lyrics
Sherri, you smell different Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as
s joySherri, you smell different Get up early in the bed -- for you morning comes so easy Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost Snipers posted bills -- as
no sense of smell
no change in mood
no sense of taste
joy, he don't need food
he can't be stopped
immune to the digital cancer
no sense at all
joy, the new romancer
look inside his motorola mind
know there's nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy!