She's a tongue twisting storm She will come

to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not

my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams



chorus So come on, come on We've really got

a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You

better hang on to yourself



We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball

and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes

out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars



So come on, come on We've really got a good

thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better

hang on to yourself



So come on, come on We've really got a good

thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better

hang on to yourself