Letra de Dirty Epic (Remastered)
Sweet in winter, sweet in the rain "Shake well before use," she said "You never touch me anymore this way"Connector in, receiver out You let me in through the backdoorRide the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to Romford Ride the sainted rhythmsSweet in winter, sweet in the 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, connectorI'm so dirty And the light, it blinds my eyes (You're) oh, so dirty And the light, it blinds my eyes Here comes Christ on crutchesTen cents to boot Check him undercover Huh, who else?"Call me wet trampoline," she said today But I was too busy with my head"Shake well before use," she said "But you never touch me anymore" I was busy listening for phonesex Coming through the back doorIn her skin tight trunks And we all went Mental and dancingAh, yes, did you get in? Tell the others, did you get in Look in the dirty erotic fantasy Huh? Hey Big thoughtsI get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I can get my kicks on channel six To the off-peak electricityAnd the light blinds my eyes And I feel dirty (oh-oh) And the light blinds my eyes And I feel so shaken in my faith Here comes Christ on crutchesAnd here comes another God, comes another God Like a buffalo thunder with a smell of sugar And a velvet tongue and designer voodoo But I got phonesex to see me through The emptiness in my 501s Freeze-dried with a new religion And my teeth stuffed back in my headI get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I can get my kicks on channel sixI get my kicks on channel six The light, it blinds my eyes And I feel so dirty (I feel so dirty) Here comes Christ on crutches (Christ on crutches)I will not be confused, will not be confused You left me confused I will not be confused with another manDirty dozen dirty Second fizzles Son of cockroaches This pressure of opinionsLighten 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 in Farringdon St With whiplash-willy, the motor-psychoAnd the light, it blinds my eyes And the light, it burns my eyesI get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six I get my kicks on channel six