Songtexte: Robots in Disguise. We're In The Music Biz. The Tears.

Fear of an enemy a hand to a face words I overhear
Stop starting histories a code in a look what's that number?

Red light, panic terror, error
I'll cut her from ear to ear
Blue funk, panic, terror, error
I'll cut her I'll cut her I'll cut her
I'll fuck her up

Crazed by my make believe
a tongue down a throat
the grip on your arse
Tales that you tell to me a touch of your noise why did you stammer?

I'm your slave got to taste the tears