Paroles de Sexyland
Follow me way back in time to my post war phantom empireFreezing and homeless in the cold winter night
Hanging out in a tubeway station with no place to go
Full of dreams and illusions, waiting for the end of night
Then I saw your face all over the place
A porn-supermarket ad, a strange attractor
A moment I will never ever forget
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation...
She looked like the queen of babylon, a girl of the underworld
Soft skin on black silk, bathed in cold neon light
An icon at the wall of a cathedral, a b-girl rhapsody
A date with desaster between the devil & the deep blue
Forbidden paradise when worlds collide
In this city by night I was on a most fantastic journey
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation... And Saturday night, Saturday night became eternity
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation...
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation...
She looked like the queen of babylon, a girl of the underworld
Soft skin on black silk, bathed in cold neon light
An icon at the wall of a cathedral, a b-girl rhapsody
A date with desaster between the devil & the deep blue
Forbidden paradise when worlds collide
In this city by night I was on a most fantastic journey
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation... And Saturday night, Saturday night became eternity
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight...
How could I know this was my flight to Venus
When I bought my underground ticket
That night I waved good-bye to life
With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
In simmering anticipation...
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