Birthday Party - Pleasure Heads Must Burn Lyrics
Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!I reckon Im a bit too close to this oneI reckon if I touch it might just burnFlesh-heads like me just wax and meltWhen my tongue touches tittys tongue in turnSometimes pleasure heads must burnBu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!My brain tricked my hands to believe they were strongIn short, my hands became clubs to grindI reckon Im a bit too close to this oneKiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blindKiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles findBu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!I feel a little low, you know what I mean?Buried neck-high in british snowI reckon Im a bit too close to this oneShoot me darling, shoot me in the head and goYa! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.Ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.Ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!Etcetera.