Codeine, Glue, And You - Chemlab

My fire’s burning low

As my song grinds out on the radio

I just want to move you slow and low

And shoot my eight-ball in the corner pocket hole

«Life's a gas» or so it seems

You know I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams

I’ve got this fear no kiss can cover

I know we need no help to hurt each other

If six were nine, I’d lose my mind

Yeah, I’d go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motor-head don’t you whine

There’ll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six…

If six were nine, I’d lose my mind

Yeah, I’d go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motor-head don’t you whine

There’ll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six were nine

If six…

Demolition — delicious — devil-licious — don’t listen

Don’t live sick — devil lives sick — devil loves sick — devil loves sex

Devil loves it — don’t you love it — don’t lip sync — devil lovin'

Don’t lock it — unlock it — unlucky — don’t love sex

Don’t hate sex — don’t you hate sex — don’t hate sex — don’t hate sex

You don’t hate sex — don’t hate sex…

Like a shot of speedway methadrine

Coming on like a hot-head machine

She’s my only teenage dream —

If you know what I mean

If six were nine, I’d lose my mind

Yeah, I’d go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motor-head don’t you whine

There’ll be some peace at the end of the line

Don’t hate sex…