Promising bodies, prowling lions, cruising villians on the street Night spots that get hot, sharp knives that take lives The perfume of danger in heat There are the veterans too nervous to have fun Trying to keep the beat goin on There are the heroes waiting in the shadows For their time to come along There are bullet-proof lovers, they will only shoot you down Slip through the crowd unseen, ohh-but hang around They all want to crawl-crawl-crawl across the stage once more For the perfect ovation-tion-tion-tion, for the perfrct ovation For the perfect ovation-tion-tion-tion, for the perfrct ovation You get: Divine Intervention from a satellite station Its hard to resist Ohh, but were helicopters, were flying doctors, were terrorists Do you get what you want ? Do you get what you need? And if you get what you need-tell do-you get what you want ? Crazy mothers watch their children suffer Velvet madonnas they have to sit and wait Nightwhys discover that darkness uncovers A hidden circus that celebrates Painted boys, pornograbhic saints, cripples of every kind Are they on the ground or do they float around To get a better view of our times ?
/words and music by John Porter/Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
