Pyromance
Chemlab
East Side Militia (1996)

lovely as a split lip... soulful as the city
move and skip, swivel it
sink my fingers in your hair,
the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair
in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn,
with a flick of the switch
you're plugged into the itch.
watch your videos all day... rewind and play... play and play and play.
my battery got a surge from my finger triggering your sparkplug
i felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots
headed in the direction of soma car-crash intersection
it's called "why don't we do it in the road?"
at least that's what I am told.

laser branded lover, syphilitic thing
bound up and tied, you can't fly without wings
over oceans of skin, bathed in perversion and sin
my parasitic couplet,
a needle descending,
my poisonous twin.
you're in danger.
Love walks with a stranger... getting stranger all the time.
my battery got a charge with my finger triggering your spark plug
i felt that nervous boost when you bent down and licked my boots
headed in the direction of soma car-crash intersection
it's called "why don't we do it in the road"
or at least that's what I am told...
play... fade away...