Honeymoon Croon Lyrics - Burning From The Inside - Bauhaus

Honeymoon croon tonight 

Sew my socks tonight 

Say whose on the tiles tonight 

Lurking lipstick tickle fickle 

Marylin's on 

Send her by air mail, paravion 

Certificate of X-tacy in my head 

Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed 

Croon croon tonight 

Honeymoon tonight 

Sew my socks tonight, tonight 

The stranger arrives, the gun still warm 

20 years to old used to form 

Turns out to be an old trick 

From her senior service, senior service 

She insists on tying down 

After the soldier sailor curfew 

All alone in the cathedral bar 

She preys in dockland 

He asked to see her hidden side 

She, the color of his money, color of his money 

Honeymoon croon tonight, sew my sock tonight 

I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?" 

I say, "Honeymoon" 

Marylin's fading fast better get straight 

The catch from the sidewalk is in a state 

The sound of footsteps, mummy's here 

I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear 

Better fix her drink tonight 

Bed time comes 

Must blot out this use my gun 

Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight 

Honeymoon croon tonight 

Sew my sock tonight 

I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?' 

I say, "Honeymoon"