Satellite Ecstatica - Pop Will Eat Itself

The day regurgitates at 6 PM on TV news

The fools, the clowns, end-of-the-decade blues

The walls are crumbling, the fear should have a hold on me

But fate can wait, the time has come to get my due

Scratch like a vampire

Screaming like a maniac

Satellite ecstatica

Heading for a heart attack

The door flies wide, a crunching blow hits from behind

I’m wet with sweat and handcuffed to the TV set

She smiles the smile of someone in complete control

I’m on my knees and begging her for mercy, please

Satellite ecstatica

Screaming like a maniac

Leisure Inc. fantasia

Heading for a heart attack

Her mischief is stirring, she’s purring like a pussycat

The air is damp as her hot breath is steaming out

She feeds me in 3D, we sync rhythmic intensity

I’ll die in here, her thighs shut tight around my ears

My teeth are clenched, the room spins 'round and then gets drenched

I’m through, destroyed, I spent it all, she looks annoyed

She slaps my face, I clear up so there is no trace

And back I drift, to bedsit bliss, late TV shift

Satellite ecstatica

Screaming like a maniac

Bite like a vampire

Heading for a heart attack

It’s got a hold on me, satellite

It’s got a hold on me

It’s got a hold on me, satellite

It’s got a hold on me

It’s got a hold on me, satellite

It’s got a hold on me

It’s got a hold on me, satellite

It’s got a hold on me