Dirty Epic

Sweet in winter sweet in rain

Shake well before use she said

You never touch me anymore this way

Connector in

Receiver out

You let me in through the back door

Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to romford

Ride the sainted rhythms

Sweet in winter sweet in rain

Shake well before use she said

You never touch me anymore this way

Oh no

Connector connector connector connector

You're a connector connector connector connector

I'm so dirty

And the light blinds my eyes

You're oh so dirty

And the light it blinds my eyes

Here comes christ on crutches

Call me wet trampoline she said today

Well I was too busy with my hand

Shake well before use she said

But you never touch me anymore

I was busy listening for phone s*x

Coming through the back door

In skin tight trunks

And we all went mental and danced

I get my kicks on channel six

To the off peak electricity

And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel dirty

And the light blinds my eyes

And I feel so shaken in my faith

Here comes christ on crutches

And here comes another god

Here comes another god

Like a buffalo thunder

With a smell of sugar

And a velvet tongue

And designer voodoo

And I got phone s*x to see me through the emptiness in my 501s

Freeze dried with a new religion

And my teeth stuffed back in my head

I get my kicks on channel six

I

I get my kicks on channel six

The light it burns my eyes

And I feel so dirty

Feel so dirty

Here comes christ on crutches

Christ on crutches

I will not be confused

Will not be confused

They left me confused

I will not be confused with another man

This pressure of opinions

Lighten up

Listen to your eyes you said

But all I could see was doris day

In a big screen satellite

Disappearing down the tube hole on farringdon street

With whiplash willy the motor psycho

And the light it burns my eyes

And the light it burns my eyes

Get my kicks on channel six

I get my kicks on channel six