| FLESH MECHANIC - Teenage Angst 7" B-Side He tries to embrace her, she wants him to race her, He needs a laser, to get it through her skull, Means and lies and hatreds, stars that fall in sequence, Cold caress imprints, conversation growing dull, Says hes a poet, loust protozoan, and he kisses ass for free, I took a vow of silence, when he tries to talk to me, I just turn on the TV. He tries to impress her, mentally undress her, It takes more to posess her, but in his pocket lies a hole, Hes got a thousand talents, charisma by the bagful, Arisocratic parents, a rebel with a heart of gold, Says hes a poet, this time hes gonna blow it, 'Cause hes dancing with his ego, I took a vow of silence, when he reads his work to me, I swallow words like a placebo. Hes stutting with your flesh mechanic, Gets him in a panic, hes wasting time, 'Cause everyone is a star, in his eyes. Careful not to give your favours to your lonesome, fucked up neighbours, I had one who sent me her heart in a tupperware container. All the movies in my head, they flicker with my bleeding heart, A careful slipping of the tongue, on just another private part, Blatent search for stoned affection, Fights the rust that breeds infection, Meet me at the intersection, Dont forget your fuel injection. Hes strutting with your flesh mechanic, Gets him in a panic, hes wasting time, 'Cause everyone is a star, in his eyes. You think this love is bona-fide, you're being taken, for a ride, Wrap your lip around your head and slowly blow yourself away. |