Tricky - Piano Lyrics
To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the checkTo the micic, to the psychic, to the circuitTo the games pays to blameTo the freedom, make it rain, make it saneMake it dance, not a chance, see her runSee her come, take her kindlyShe is dark eyed, no soul, no soulShe is lifeline to the heartbeatCant feel the heartbeatTo the flowers, to the bunches,To the lunches, to the punchesTo the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the checkTo the micic, to the psychic, to the circuitTo the games pays to blameTo the freedom, make it rain, make it saneMake it dance, not a chance, see her runSee her come, take her kindlyShe is dark eyed, no soul, no soulShe is lifeline to the heartbeatCant feel the heartbeatTo the flowers, to the bunches,To the lunches, to the punchesTo the good, to the cleanAnd Ill be youre uglyTo the occasion, to the lieKiss beneath, bridge of sighsNot some moaning, until they homingAnd they spoil it allTo the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the checkTo the micic, to the psychic, to the circuitTo the games pays to blameTo the freedom, make it rain, make it saneMake it dance, not a chance, see her runSee her come, take her kindlyShe is dark eyed, no soul, no soulShe is lifeline to the heartbeatCant feel the heartbeatTo the flowers, to the bunches,To the lunches, to the punchesTo the good, to the cleanAnd Ill be youre uglyTo the occasion, to the lieKiss beneath, bridge of sighsNot some moaning, until they homingAnd they spoil it allNot some moaning, until they homingNot some moaning, until they homingTo the good, to the cleanAnd Ill be youre uglyTo the occasion, to the lieKiss beneath, bridge of sighsNot some moaning, until they homingNot some moaning, until they homingTo the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the checkTo the micic, to the psychic, to the circuitTo the games pays to blameTo the freedom, make it rain, make it saneMake it dance, not a chance, see her runSee her come, take her kindlyShe is dark eyed, no soul, no soulShe is lifeline to the heartbeatCant feel the heartbeatTo the flowers, to the bunches,To the lunches, to the punches
