Satellite Ecstatica Lyrics - This Is The Day...this Is The Hour... This Is This - Pop Will Eat Itself

The day regurgitates at six pm on TV news 

The fools, the clowns 

End of the decade blues 

The walls are crumbling 

The fear should have a hold on me 

But fate can wait 

The time has come to get my due 

Scratch like a vampire 

Screaming like a maniac 

Satellite ecstatica 

Treat me to that heart attack 

Do not panic 

The door flies wide 

A crunching blow hits from behind 

I'm wet with sweat 

And handcuffed to the TV set 

She smiles the smile 

Of someone in complete control 

I'm on my knees 

And beggin' her for mercy, please 

Satellite ecstatica 

Screaming like a maniac 

Leisure inc fantasia 

Heading for a heart attack 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

Her mischief is stirring 

She's purring like a pussycat 

The air is damp 

As her hot breath is steaming out 

She feeds me in 3D 

We sync rhythmic intensity 

I'll die in here 

Her thighs shut tight around my ears 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

My teeth are clenched 

The room spins round and then gets drenched 

I'm through, destroyed 

I spent it all, she looks annoyed 

She slaps my face 

I clear up so there is no trace 

And back, I drift 

To bedsit bliss, late TV shift 

Satellite ecstatica 

Screaming like a maniac 

Bite like a vampire 

Heading for that heart attack 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

Do not panic 

It's got a hold on me, satellite 

It's got a hold on me 

It's got a hold on me, satellite 

It's got a hold on me 

It's got a hold on me, satellite 

It's got a hold on me 

It's got a hold on me, satellite 

It's got a hold on me