Tekstovi: Apollo Four Forty. Electro Glide in Blue.

I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle

Maybe I'm a loveboy hooked on an aphrodisiac
Maybe I'm a strange one, maybe I'm a twisted maniac

Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell?

Escaping reality's touch
Just in time, just in time before the [Incomprehensible] gets too much
Who's to say that heaven is in hell? Can this be hell?

Maybe I'm a loveboy hooked on an aphrodisiac
Or, maybe I'm a strange one
Maybe I'm a twisted maniac, maniac

Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven ain't in hell?

Can this be hell? Oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality's touch, yeah
Now just in time before the bite gets too much

Hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
I said, I said, ''Hey, you never can tell"
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell

I said aybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell"
Who's to say that heaven it ain't hell?
Can this be hell? Oh well, oh well, oh well

Escaping reality's touch
Just in time before the bite gets too much

I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle

Sharper than a needle, I'm sharper than a needle
Sharper than a needle, needle, needle, needle, no
Yeah, sharper than a needle, yeah, sharper than a needle

Hey, hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven ain't hell?

Can this be hell? Oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality's touch, yeah
Just in time before the bite gets too much