Bicycle!

They tried to put me on the bicycle
They tried to hook me to the white electric chair
And I was groovy

Papa's writing in a book, he's got a master plan
He stole the phrases from "The mad delirium crush"
(Crush!)
And I was groovy

Sing a song, (aha)
When you cry, in spite of all these currencies of suffering

Honey, we were nothing but a love affair
Yeah, you were nothing but a love affair to me
You gave me nothing, nothing, none!

A woman is a crime, she's the rhythm of a rhyme
An expression of a code
I can solve it anytime
There's a guy sneaking behind her shoulders

She's a girl, (aha)
And he's a boy, and I know the game they're playing
'Cause they're dumb, transparent, incapable of stopping me

A bitch-slap on the sideburn
She was drinking - too tall
Out of proportions, she promised to be small
I only wanted a real good time
I only wanted to make her go

Mmm-Ooooh
Be careful with the gun
Whaaa-aaah
Out of my forehead
I think you'd better run

A bomb in the apartment, treacherous security
A blast in the commercial testing results
Dangerous pollution floating on the avenue
Body renovation Macintosh
Mommy filled me up with sardonical precautions
Sent me off to drugs and progressive rock
Where's my Tsarina? My Mezarina?

A radical sensation: My body is on the air
My face is pretty ugly, I see it everywhere
My-my-my mind is separated, for better and for worse
It's living in my stomach
I'm a lipstick in a purse!

(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)

God, I'm afraid
I feel like somebody's watching me
Or you
Or him

It's a song... (aha)
When you cry in spite of all the currencies of suffering

It's a song, (aha)
When you cry in spite of all the currencies of suffering
So come home from the ceiling and cry

They tried to put me on the bicycle