Codeine, Glue and You lyrics
by Chemlab
My fire's burning low
As my song grinds out on the radio
I just want to move you slow and low
And shoot my eight-ball in your corner pocket hole
"Life's a gas" or so it seems
You know I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams
I've got this fear no kiss can cover
I know we need no help to hurt each other
If 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind
Yet I go crazy for you all of the time
Please little motorhead don't you whine
There'll be some peace at the end of the line
If six were nine
If 6 were 9
If six were nine
If 6 were 9
If six
If 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind
Yet I go crazy for you all of the time
Please little motorhead don't you whine
There'll be some peace at the end of the line
If six were nine
If 6 were 9
If six were nine
If 6 were 9
If six
Demolition
Delicious
Don't listen
Don't hate sex
Like a shot of speedway methadrine
Coming on like a hot-head machine
She's my only teenage dream
If you know what I mean
If 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind
Yet I go crazy for you all of the time
Please little motorhead don't you whine
There'll be some madness at the end of the line
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex
Don't hate sex