precious somebody wants ya. . i think i met you at a party and left with an impression. like foxy i want you. i wonder what her mouth tastes like. i wonder what she look like in the morning.
Bombers rip across the screen. Layin' waste to city's dreams. . And what's it all gonna mean. When audio psychosis builds from the speakers cones. And you can hear the music tear.
Blow my mind up. For a hundred choose your lovers. The high times go down. When you're waitin for another. . Cuss your mind back. Rememberin' the city.