Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crowded House
Crowded House
Performer
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Vocals
Nick Seymour
Nick Seymour
Bass Guitar
Mark Hart
Mark Hart
Guitar
Paul Hester
Paul Hester
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Finn
Neil Finn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crowded House
Crowded House
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Youth
Youth
Producer
Greg Hunter
Greg Hunter
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Detective is flat, no longer is always flat out
Got the number of the getaway car
Didn't get very far
[Verse 2]
As lucid as hell, and these images
Moving so fast, like a fever
So close to the bone
I don't feel too well
[Verse 3]
And if you choose, to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 4]
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago
[Verse 5]
And if you choose, to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 6]
Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head, it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold
Don't remember, if she was my friend
It was a long time ago
[Verse 7]
And if you choose, to take that path
Would you come to make me pay
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark, to inflame you
[Verse 8]
I will clutch at your heart
And come flying like a spark, to inflame you
Written by: Neil Finn
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