Siamese Songtext
von Urusei Yatsura
Siamese Songtext
geek rock fun facts ufo contacts
watch the pink kross glow in day-glo
suck on shakes we′re cursed with aliens
in the pines the dogs will pine
dissipate your past mistakes come over
yummy fur will melt walt disney
from the realms of western dogma
never stop we're all in eska
don′t repeat we're much too special
monkey monkey chicken chicken
freak the system, freak the system
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your
no more incest, pay play pressure
lungleg revolution factor
date the blisters swinging sisters
mr mrs playing twister
unrequieted laser guided style
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your
welcome to the next disaster
homo-sapiens we are craving
spread yourself on fresh formica
mystified by cutie pink fuzz
journo dogs have lost the plot
there's nothing left
there′s nothing left
modern jet set pop underground
no more corporate media how tow
water pistols taste like plastic
teenage nightmare hippy children
take a stand, make a plan
form a gang, a lo-fi band
siamese (x 19)
watch the pink kross glow in day-glo
suck on shakes we′re cursed with aliens
in the pines the dogs will pine
dissipate your past mistakes come over
yummy fur will melt walt disney
from the realms of western dogma
never stop we're all in eska
don′t repeat we're much too special
monkey monkey chicken chicken
freak the system, freak the system
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your
no more incest, pay play pressure
lungleg revolution factor
date the blisters swinging sisters
mr mrs playing twister
unrequieted laser guided style
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your soul
we are yatsura
burning down, burning down, your
welcome to the next disaster
homo-sapiens we are craving
spread yourself on fresh formica
mystified by cutie pink fuzz
journo dogs have lost the plot
there's nothing left
there′s nothing left
modern jet set pop underground
no more corporate media how tow
water pistols taste like plastic
teenage nightmare hippy children
take a stand, make a plan
form a gang, a lo-fi band
siamese (x 19)
Writer(s): Elaine Graham, Fergus Lawrie, Graham Kemp, Ian Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com