Track byLondon Musical Arts/John Landor
What were you thinking I guess I'll never know See your eyes thinking Pupils begin to grow Drilling you softly Pulling you in Making your mind up What's sick or a sin Open up now Let it all go I'm quite certain Say it aint so You're corrupted by Some sick fuck Oh no Open up now Head in the sky Here's the tongue that Keeps telling lies Feelings in my mouth You breathe in but can't brethe out What you've been taking It makes you talk Real slow How come I'm thinking You'd be the last To know You'd be the last to know Choking you gently Gaining control Hand you the shovel To dig your own hole Open up now Let it all go I'm quite certain Say it aint so You're corrupted by Some sick fuck Oh no Open up now Head in the sky Here's the tongue that Keeps telling lies Feelings in my mouth You breathe in but can't brethe out Choking you gently Gaining control Hand you the shovel To dig your own hole Open up now Let it all go Open up now Let it all go Open up now Head in the sky Here's the tongue that Keeps telling lies Feelings in my mouth You breathe in but can't brethe out You breathe in but can't breathe out