Lyrics Tin Machine

Tin Machine

You Belong In Rock & Roll

Just the twinkling lights of heaven

Two reflections on the sparkling water

Hand in hand in love with love, uh-huh

I love the cheap things that you say-a-say

You belong in rock & roll

You belong in rock & roll

You belong in rock & roll

Well, so do I

I love how she moves me

It makes me feel alright, alright

Alright, alright

I'm a hurt, I'm a hurt, I'm a hurting

I'm a man with a beat in my pocket

I'm going down to the rhythm of love

I love a bad look that you bring

You belong in rock & roll

You belong in rock & roll

You belong in rock & roll

Well, so do I

Alone on a mean street

It makes me feel on fire, on fire

On fire, on fire, on fire

On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire

I love the cheap street in your walk, uh-huh

You belong in rock & roll

You belong in rock & roll

Well, so do I

I love how she moves me

It makes me feel alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, oh-oh