looking war. And I still believe in a marketing scheme that daddy could never dream. A nightmare for you, a goldrush for me. Your keyboard will pull you through with electric
contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly in nightmares. In the nuclear state we are expected to accept those nightmares. Is this
Prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion All over ready for war, I'm a soldier Nightmares of cross-airs, concentration camps And electric chairs
? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric
this? What's this? In here they've got a little tree, how queer And who would ever think And why? They're covering it with tiny little things They've got electric
's real Beyond this realm of light and dreams You, mystic moon it's you who rules the night Breathing life into my dreams I see your face in nightmares
in tongues soak emotion dogs bhvee·mwocrd·uption of lost in the labyrinth thunderbolt sensation cabalistic kiss the electric spectre sleepwalker dream-hunter nightmare
you off It's time to throw the switch It's time that you receive Electric, electric pulse Electric, electric pulse Electric, electric pulse Electric, electric pulse Electric pulse Electric pulse Electric pulse Electric pulse Electric
' and hustled young cattle for slaughter And dated juda's daughter. From the cellar aways to the attics and all across the plains Broke electric static
Vocals Jan Schelhaas Yamaha CS 80, Prophet 5, Yamaha Electric Grand Piano,2nd & 4th Moog solos Kit Watkins Hammond C3, Solina, Yamaha Electric Grand
of being's too sublime Too refined, too ? significant? to be defined I've got a round and automatic for you mortals out of line See I'm your worst nightmare
See the melting man Radiation madness Earth snorted by Satan, yeah From the electric grave True believers saved From the electric grave, yeah From the electric
Butch Cassidy, style wild, uncontained I steal computer disk files, drink water from drains Metal detectors check ya, with reflectors in every sector While I drink electric
Like Jimmy Carter like electric underwear Like any idea that never had a chance of going anywhere This is who you are Hey, celebrity, who drives off
Cross-road, overload Now I lay me down to sleep Pray my soul to keep away From the holy spirit, holy ghost They're hiding in the dark Oh, nightmare, electric
iceberg, the iceberg sinks I don't need your gravity So, go ahead and slap your ? X on me. Our corporate masters made profits From the re-usable nightmare
all you do is say "suppy" I got into rock and roll cuz I'm one sick puppy Come a little closer Be my Kenny Rogers Roaster Baby, baby, it's a nightmare