Get right down and work, work. Beat it, eat it, lick it out, and
drink it down and spit it out. The Love Machine
demands a sacrifice. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. 500 pounds
of meat in amyl nitrate. Nice and neat. Repeat, repeat.
don't hit me with a wooden fish cos I can hear the bells ring, my burning
bride.
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{?} closed the door and keep
her out. Forty days, forty nights, waiting for the time, waiting for the
green light says, "Come in boys, I'm waiting here, I'm lonely, I need
your company, I need a {?}, white flash. I'm waiting, I'm desperate.
I need some energy, so I can {?} quiver, quiver, quiver. {?} in my
sacrifice. {?} sacrifice. Yes, I'll be your sacrifice, but please
don't hurt me with the {ribbon fist?}. {?} tie my legs together.
Please don't hit me with the {fish?}, I'm {?}, I might just split from
eyes to knees to feet to {?}. I'll be your sacrifice. I'll be your
sacrifice. {?} I can hear your bells ring. {?} I'll be your
sacrifice.(x3)
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