Perfect Tan (Bikini Atoll)
Machines Of Loving Grace
Concentration
Perfect Tan (Bikini Atoll)
Suzie every alchemical fuck's a Massacio exchange
Sex for desire, desire for obscenity
And ultimately desire for pain
And I love you and I hate you
And I remember the time that I mindraped you
Never say repression unless you're ready to mean it, baby
Candycane sunrise refracted in your eyes
Candycane sunrise refracted in your eyes
Through the valley of death with sea air
Flowers on your breath and in your hair, in your hair
Somebody's sugardaddy (Hand in hand with a perfect tan)
Suzie every alchemical fuck's a Masachio exchange
Sex for desire, desire for obscenity
And ultimately desire for pain
And I love you and I hate you
And I remember the time I mindraped you
Never say repression unless you're ready to mean it, baby
Somebody's sugardaddy (Hand in hand, a perfect tan)
You know you get so alone
Where the hell is that promise
Where the hell is my world
You know you get so alone
Like snakes detecting infra-red exuded by some juicy prey
Slip the girl a little dust, it makes 'em more receptive
Feel the serpent twisting up the spine, up the spine
Feel the serpent twisting up the spine
Somebody's sugardaddy
Concentration
Perfect Tan (Bikini Atoll)
Suzie every alchemical fuck's a Massacio exchange
Sex for desire, desire for obscenity
And ultimately desire for pain
And I love you and I hate you
And I remember the time that I mindraped you
Never say repression unless you're ready to mean it, baby
Candycane sunrise refracted in your eyes
Candycane sunrise refracted in your eyes
Through the valley of death with sea air
Flowers on your breath and in your hair, in your hair
Somebody's sugardaddy (Hand in hand with a perfect tan)
Suzie every alchemical fuck's a Masachio exchange
Sex for desire, desire for obscenity
And ultimately desire for pain
And I love you and I hate you
And I remember the time I mindraped you
Never say repression unless you're ready to mean it, baby
Somebody's sugardaddy (Hand in hand, a perfect tan)
You know you get so alone
Where the hell is that promise
Where the hell is my world
You know you get so alone
Like snakes detecting infra-red exuded by some juicy prey
Slip the girl a little dust, it makes 'em more receptive
Feel the serpent twisting up the spine, up the spine
Feel the serpent twisting up the spine
Somebody's sugardaddy
Credits
Writer(s): Scott D. Benzel, Michael Bernard Fisher, Stuart B. Kupers
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