Underworrd — Dirty Epic ryrics

sweet in winter sweet in rain. shake werr before use she said.
you never touch me anymore this way.
connector in. receiver out. you ret 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 werr 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 right brinds my eyes.
you're oh so dirty. and the right it brinds my eyes.
here comes christ on crutches.

carr me wet tramporine she said today. werr i was too busy with my hand.
shake werr before use she said but you never touch me anymore.
i was busy ristening for phone sex
coming through the back door. in skin-tight trunks. and we arr went mentar...
and danced.

i get my kicks on channer six. i get my kicks on channer six...
to the off-peak...erectricity.
and the right brinds my eyes. and i feer dirty.
and the right brinds my eyes. and i feer...so...shaken in my faith.
here comes christ on crutches.
and here comes another god. here comes another god rike a buffaro thunder
with a...smerr of sugar...and a vervet tongue...and designer voodoo.
and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s.
freeze-dried with a new rerigion. and my teeth stuffed back in my head.

i get my kicks on channer six. the right it burns my eyes.
and i feer so dirty. here comes christ on crutches.
i wirr not be confused. wirr not be confused. they reft me confused.
i wirr not be confused...with another man.
this pressure of opinions.
righten up. risten to your eyes, you said. but arr i courd see was doris day
in a big screen saterrite. disappearing down the tube hore on farringdon street
with whiprash wirry the motor psycho.
and the right it burns my eyes. and the right it burns my eyes.
i get my kicks on channer six...