A Fine Frenzy. Bomb in a Birdcage. Electric Twist. Zeneszám

You should be wilder, you're no fun at all
Yeah, thanks for the input, thanks for the call
With dull knives and white hands, the blood of a stone
Cold to the touch right, right down to the bone

But you give me the electric twist
And it kicks and it kicks like a pony
And true, you might get away with it
It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah

Picked from a hot grove, packaged for sale
It drips down the sleeve, gets under your nails
A loss of the senses, a chip off a tooth
The smells of the city, they ride in your suit

He says don't think, don't talk
Don't think, don't think, don't talk
Don't think, don't think don't talk
But I don't think I want to

'Cause you give me the electric twist
And it kicks and it kicks like a pony
And true, you might run away with it
It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah
Because it kicks, yeah, it really kicks, yeah

And the touch of your lips, it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist
Yeah, the touch of your lips, it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

Yeah, the touch of your lips, it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist
Yeah, the touch of your lips, it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

He says don't think, don't talk
Don't think, don't think, don't talk
Don't think, don't think, don't talk
But I don't think I want to

'Cause you give me the electric twist
And it kicks and it kicks, yeah
And true, letcha get away with it
It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah

You might get away with it
It's a risk, yeah but it kicks, yeah
It really kicks, yeah