Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain, shake well before use, she said

You never touch me not anymore this way

Connector in, receiver out, you let me in through the back door

Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to Romford

Ride the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter, sweet in rain, shake well before use, she said

You never touch me not anymore this way

Oh, no, connector, connector, connector, connector

(You're a) Connector, connector, connector, connector

I'm so dirty

And the light blinds my eyes

(You're) Oh, so dirty

And the light, it blinds my eyes, here comes Christ on crutches

Call me wet trampoline, she said today

But I was too busy with my hand

Shake well before use, she said, but you never touch me anymore

I was busy listenin' for phone sex

Comin' through the back door, in skin-tight trunks

And we all went mental

And danced

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

To the off-peak

Electricity

And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel dirty

And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel so

Shaken in my faith, here comes Christ on crutches

And here comes another god, here comes another god

Like a buffalo thunder with a smell of sugar

And a velvet tongue and designer voodoo

But I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501's

Freeze dried with a new religion and my teeth stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six, I

I get my kicks on channel six

The light burns my eyes

And I feel so dirty (Feel so dirty)

Here comes Christ on crutches (Christ on crutches)

I will not be confused, will not be confused

They left me confused, I will not be confused

With another man

This pressure of opinions

Lighten up

Listen to your eyes, you said

But all I could see was Doris Day

In a big screen satellite

Disappearing down the tube hole on Farringdon Street

With Whiplash Willy the motor psycho

And the light blinds my eyes

And the light, it burns my eyes

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six...