Codeine, Glue and You Songtext
von Chemlab

My fire′s burning low
As my song grinds out on the radio,
I just want to move you slow and low
And shoot my eight-ball in the corner pocket hole

"Life's a gas" or so it seems
You know I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams,
I′ve got this fear no kiss can cover
I know we need no help to hurt each other


If six were nine, I'd lose my mind
Yeah, I'd go crazy for you all of the time
Please little motor-head don′t you whine
There′ll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine...

Demolition - delicious - devil-licious - don't listen
Don′t live sick - devil lives sick - devil loves sick - devil loves sex
Devil loves it - don't you love it - don′t lip synch - devil lovin'
Don′t lock it - unlock it - unlucky - don't love sex
Don't hate sex - don′t you hate sex - don′t hate sex - don't hate sex
You don′t hate sex - don't hate sex...

Like a shot of speedway methadrine
Coming on like a hot-head machine
She′s my only teenage dream -
If you know what I mean