Artist: pop will eat itself
Song: satellite ecstatica
Album: This Is The Day...This Is The Hour... This Is This
Year: 1989
The day regurgitates at 6 PM on TV news, The fools, the clowns, end of the decade blues... The walls are crumbling, But fate can wait, the time has come to get my due... CHORUS The fear should have a hold on me Scratch like a vampire, Satellite ecstatica, Screaming like a maniac: Heading for a heart attack! The door flies wide, a crunching blow hits from behind, Leisure Inc. fantasia, bite like a vampire, I'm wet with sweat and handcuffed to the TV set... She smiles the smile of someone in complete control, I'm on my knees and begging her for mercy...please! CHORUS Leisure Inc. fantasia, Bite like a vampire, Her mischief is stirring, She's purring like a pussycat, She feeds me in 3-D, we sync rhythmic intensity. The air is damp as her hot breath is steaming out, I'll die in here, here thighs shut tight around my ears. My teeth are clenched, CHORUS The room spins round and then gets drenched. I'm through, destroyed. I spent it all, she looks annoyed, She slaps my face, I clear up so there is no trace And back I drift, to bedsit bliss, late TV shift It's got a hold on me Satellite. ------------------------------------------------------------
