Kitsch Trick Lyrics - Pulp - The Seasons

John Lennon dressed as Jesus 

America displeases 

Don't let Halle Berry drive your car 

The Duke of Canterbury 

Is seeking sanctuary 

Three likes will never get you far 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey 

No chemicals can get ya 

You psycho Sandinista 

Always falling in and out of bed 

Sweet lollipop lolita 

Me encanta tu sonrisa 

Oh God is that you in my head? 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey, yeah 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey 

A kitsch trick now! 

Ah oh 

Ancient believers are practiced deceivers 

Their words come a penny a pound 

Prophets and teachers all sit in the bleachers 

While breaking the speed of sound 

Ancient believers are practised deceivers 

Their words come a penny a pound 

Under achievers turn on your receivers 

Lets jump four feet off the ground 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey, oh yeah 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

Ah hey 

I say! 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick now 

And I said 

Taste me taste me 

This is a kitsch trick 

This is a kitsch trick 

This is a kitsch trick now, now