Lyrics Primitive Radio Gods

Primitive Radio Gods

Motor Of Joy

“Am I really a spaceman?”

Comrad lovers say, do not be afraid

Comrad lovers say, everything’s okay

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”

“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”

“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

Everyone has plans, plans to be the spaceman

I don’t give a damn, ‘cause I am the spaceman

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”

“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Make love joyously without fear.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Do not turn off it's pulsating motor of joy.”

“Do not turn off it's pulsating motor of joy.”

“Oh wow! That king of thing…you don’t do that!”

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Let your hips roll and your mouth water.”

“Seems for you to tremble and cry.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.”

“Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.”

“Make love joyously without fear.”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Am I really a spaceman?”

“Am I really a spaceman?”