Propagators Songtext
von Plasmatics
Propagators Songtext
We crawl inside you in your body and your brain (Your brain)
We press your buttons, one for pleasure, one for pain (Pain)
We ride the satellites, we live inside your head
We′re Albert Einstein, putting magnets on the dead
We make you praise the Lord and fuck your neighbor's wife (Uh)
While you perform for us, you think you have a life (Life)
We hypermate your brain and masturbate your flesh
We make you, and we break you ′til there's nothing left, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We're in our prime now, but your time is almost done (Done)
Too bad you won′t be here to join in all the fun (Fun)
We are the noise machine on frequency of brain
We amplify ourselves, we overload the gain
Sometime in the future when Nirvana will be found (Found)
We′ll throw a party, only you won't be around (That′s right)
And with our molecules of violent DNA
Cosmic reactor, we'll throw it all away, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the propagators, propagators, propagators
Wow
We crawl inside you in your body and your brain (Your brain)
We press your buttons, one for pleasure, one for pain (Pain)
We ride the satellites, we live inside your head
We′re Albert Einstein, putting magnets on the dead
We make you praise the Lord and fuck your neighbor's wife (Uh)
While you perform for us, you think you have a life (Life)
We hypermate your brain and masturbate your flesh
We make you, and we break you ′til there's nothing left, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We press your buttons, one for pleasure, one for pain (Pain)
We ride the satellites, we live inside your head
We′re Albert Einstein, putting magnets on the dead
We make you praise the Lord and fuck your neighbor's wife (Uh)
While you perform for us, you think you have a life (Life)
We hypermate your brain and masturbate your flesh
We make you, and we break you ′til there's nothing left, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We're in our prime now, but your time is almost done (Done)
Too bad you won′t be here to join in all the fun (Fun)
We are the noise machine on frequency of brain
We amplify ourselves, we overload the gain
Sometime in the future when Nirvana will be found (Found)
We′ll throw a party, only you won't be around (That′s right)
And with our molecules of violent DNA
Cosmic reactor, we'll throw it all away, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the propagators, propagators, propagators
Wow
We crawl inside you in your body and your brain (Your brain)
We press your buttons, one for pleasure, one for pain (Pain)
We ride the satellites, we live inside your head
We′re Albert Einstein, putting magnets on the dead
We make you praise the Lord and fuck your neighbor's wife (Uh)
While you perform for us, you think you have a life (Life)
We hypermate your brain and masturbate your flesh
We make you, and we break you ′til there's nothing left, wow
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
We are the, we are the
We are the, we are the propagators
Writer(s): Rod Swenson, Wes Beech Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

