When you least suspect it They feed ya mass media The age is electric I got the electric blues I got the electric blues Thwump, rackety, whomp Rock, folk rock, rhythm and blues
Prevod: Hair. Blues Electric.
When you least suspect it They feed ya mass media The age is electric I got the electric blues I got the electric blues Thwump... rackety... whomp Rock... folk rock... rhythm and blues
thunder The elves are under her She walks the wind And has a panther With silver fur Her thoughts are gold Her eyes electric blue Her thoughts are gold Her eyes electric blue
s got a penis Your mother's got a penis That's right your mother's got a penis In Internet rooms or computer main frames there's lots of females Bite your mothers blue
jacked, attacked and cracked in two Smackin through 'til youre black and blue for actin true I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all strands Proof
Steep is the water tower Painted off blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved
On CD as it was on vinyl Give us this day our daily gig And forgive us our protest As we forgive those who protest against us And lead us not into electricity
breasts with a gown on She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there Plus the blue coats
switch I got a six string hammer, gonna scratch this itch I'm a white witch, honey with long blonde hair Won't you step into my electric chair When
and you ready to represent, kid Blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo It's on like this
save ourselves. To breathe is not enough. Yes sir, I Will. When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange
scream, I wanna shout When I see your electric smile I don't believe in God or original sin I only wanna touch and taste your skin I get the vampire blues
there's a cancer in my head My magnetism's fading, can't get out of the red I see you sitting there in your electric blue suit Shady money men no longer
My Juicy Luicy, you're so exciting Eyes of blue and hair of lightning You jet around in your chrome-atomic platform shoes I'm so in love with you
On the ferris wheel Looking out on Coney Island Under more stars than There are prostitutes in Thailand Our hair in the air Our lips blue from cotton
ev'ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical
of an eastern sun On a big blue for everyone The radio station disappeared Music turned into thin air The DJ was the last to leave She had well conditioned hair
