Cuts to the quick. Pure emotion, a trip. No word of a lie. . Oo-ah, oo-ah, oo-ah. . Pressed to your lips. We collide, slowly twist. Ardent and lithe. .
I wont take that talk from no one. I wont take that talk from no one. Inside it makes you ill. And the pity of it all you're fighting,. You don't see it anymore you're fighting.
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Boz Boorer. I want your heart. I want your soul. I want everything you hold dear. I want the sinews that bind you together. I know enough is never enough.
Your'e living up to someone's image of yourself. Crawling like a helpless infant on the floor. You turn down bread for the want of a steak. What's worth waking up in a cold sweat for?.
It's burning holes into my heart. To leave that face so tenderly. I know that I can't stop the pain. But oh, the pain cannot stop me. Into a heart so lost and broken.
Well come tell me your story. I'll tell you mine. Sunday morning Communion. Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal. Eating flesh and drinking blood.
Great when you call us. Thank you for staying with us. We missed you all so desperatley. But don't blink or you'll miss me. On a street like this as it were.
Well hello matey. What have you done for me lately?. Yeah. Are you paying my rent?. Are you my best friend?. You cant beat our meat. So you better shut your pipehole.
I won't take that talk from no one. I won't take that talk from no one. Inside, it makes you ill and the pity of it all you're fighting. You don't see it anymore, you're fighting.
I want your heart, I want your soul. I want everything you hold dear. I want the sinews that bind you together. I know enough is never enough. I want the broad road and 20/20 vision.
You're livin' up to someone's image of yourself. Crawlin' like a helpless infant on the floor. You turn down bread for the want of a steak. What's worth wakin' up in a cold sweat for?.
It's burning holes into my heart. To leave that face so tenderly. I know that I can't stop the pain. But oh, the pain cannot stop me. . Into a heart, so lost and broken.
Adam ant/marco pirroni. . Well you walk the walk. And you smile the smile. You don't care who you hurt. As long as it's me. . Well you play the part. And you tear my heart.
Well come tell me your story, I'll tell you mine. Sunday morning communion, standing in a line. Feeling like a cannibal, eating flesh and drinking blood.
Great when you call us. Thank you for staying with us. We missed you all so desperately. But don't blink or you'll miss me. . On a street like this as it were.
Well, hello Matey. What have you done for me lately? Yeah. Are you paying my rent?. Are you my best friend?. You can't beat our meat. So, you better shut your pipe hole.