Deus

The sponsor's sweating
The girls are fretting
But he's getting away
With re-fuck
This city crawler
Would like to howler
He's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes
Got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes
You got it coming on
How late the favorite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now, baby, can you put me through?
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison that monotonous drone