You take what you get to get what you please.
You take what you get to get what you please.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don’t get caught.
Can’t stop now, don’t you know I ain’t never gonna let you go, don’t go.
In touch with the ground, I’m on the hunt I’m after you. A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found, and I’m hungry like the wolf.
Rock the Casbah.
It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out.
I wanna be stereotyped, I wanna be classified, I wanna be a clone – I want a suburban home.
In this world today, there ain’t nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em in the tank.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Peek-a-boo! I can see you.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge.
Go Johnny, go, go.
Ooh, it’s my love. Ooh, it’s my own true love.
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night.
Riding on the Metro.