Lick

I got your skinny hips

machine gun in the brain

someone light the touch paper

you're napalm crack cocaine

you lick the itch

you trip the switch

oooooohhhh

I'm sitting on a stockpile

someone light the fuse

I'll make a pretty fucking mess

when I rain down on you

I got your skinny hips

machine gun in the brain

someone light the touch paper

you're napalm crack cocaine

you lick the itch

you trip the switch

oooooohhhh

I run a million miles

I burn it in the dust

I got a double helix

we keep it between friends

someone stole the other half

to drive me round the bend