Spoonman - Underworld

World. Tuesday. Tuesday. World. Tuesday. Tuesday. World.

Watched you cry. Watched you fly. Watched you die...

I'm the spoonman. Talks to god. Transfusion. Penetration.
I'm the spoonman. Talks to god. Transfusion. Penetration.
I'm the spoonman. Talks to god. Transfusion. Penetration.
I'm the spoonman.

I'm the spoonman. She's a wound. Nice bikini. Steppin razor.
I'm the spoonman. She's a wound. Nice bikini. Steppin razor.
I'm the spoonman.

Don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face
She said a dollar rubber rat utah plates brilliant green substance
Unknown with a face like a peeled onion sheep in drag horseback automatic
To make your home clean make it sani-flush
She said now I'm a new skin-free crispy with this urge
To phone into the nosmoking zone of stainless steel tokyo
Me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for babylon bambi
Out of mercer street where the crackheads catwalk charity
Where teenage s** rides a stoned rhythm trading it's chiliskins
To the screamers come to hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kissboots
And the recycled blondes in their stack heeled snatches the monster trucks
The rolling rocks the poodle boys with their little bone diggers
And dark stuff comes oozing out the apple core tonight like a beggars dog
Tasting the wind.
Into the blood...