I hate to say this, because I like Adam Ant, but this album is pretty terrible. It’s like the studio crew was too afraid to tell him how terrible this was when they were recording it… wow.
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You’re not human
You’re a miracle
A preacher with an animal’s face
In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
Even your shadow worships you
In your jungle solitude
With the orgies of the sacrament
And the seal of flagellants
God saves those who save their skin
From the bondage that we’re in
I’m elated
I could cut you
And remove the sheath of your ignorance
Bless the eunuch
And the Skoptsi
Will you hurt me now and make a million?
Say cheese, baby
We all love you
But it’s a cheap world and you don’t exist…
Slit the fabric of the right now
Spread your legs and wear the crown
Tell me how long, lord, how long?
Till I get my beauty sleep?
Now the hourglass is empty
The moment of my de-sexing
Cut it
Cut it
Cut this cancer from my soul
Now that I’ve made it…
I’m finally naked…
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My naked cousin.
I see him running
All over headland,
Scared as his shit as he’s running.
His naked skin fries,
Fries in the sun, oh my.
My naked cousin can cook till he’s good,
Good and done.
I hate his smell and I hate his company.
But, but most of all I hate that he looks just, just like me.
His naked skin fries,
Fries in the sun, my, my.
But my naked cousin can cook till he’s
Good and done.
He’s running.
He run from burning bushes.
He run from bank of senate.
He run from everything that upsets his master plan.
And if he flips.
And I am as good as done.
My, my naked cousin.
He’ll just keep, keep a running.
He’s running…
Running naked through the trees,
Scared the shit right out of me.
Bought my ticket, take my ride,
Take me to the sunny side.
Running naked through the trees,
Scared the shit right out of me.
Bought my ticket, take my ride.
Begging all to.
Please.
He’s running.
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