Tekstovi: Underworld. Spoonman.

World. tuesday. tuesday. world. tuesday. tuesday. world

watched you cry. watched you fly. watched you die...

i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
i'm the spoonman. talks to god. transfusion. penetration.
i'm the spoonman.

i'm the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor.
i'm the spoonman. shes a wound. nice bikini. steppin razor.
i'm the spoonman.

don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face she said a dollar rubber rat utah plates brilliant green substance unknown with a face like a peeled onion sheep in drag horseback automatic to make your home clean make it sani-flush she said now im a new skin-free crispy with this urge to phone into the nosmoking zone of stainless steel tokyo me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi out of mercer street where the crackheads catwalk charity where teenage sex rides a stoned rhythm trading its chiliskins to the screamers come to hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kissboots and the recycled blondes in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks the rolling rocks the poodle boys with their little bone diggers and dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight like a beggars dog tasting the wind.
into the blood...