Head Music
Album - 28 aprile 1999 - Debaser id 12937

I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man
I feel real now talking like buddha and doing it again
I get kick I rip it up kick it up take it like a teenage tough
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough

I feel schizo every so psycho kicking at an old tin can
I feel real like a man like a woman like a woman like a man
I make dead space feel like a headcase take it like a teenage tough
And feel real now watching those wheels and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough

I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age man
I feel real now talking like buddha and doing it again
So give me this and give me that smother me and give me some of that bad stuff
I feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuff
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough
Singing I can't get enough

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah.
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time too kill
get into bands and gangs.

Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la
here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la

Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,

Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones. La la la la la
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones La la la la la

You don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
because you're beautiful,
And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....

And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,

And if your baby's going crazy
that's how you made me,
la, la, la, la....

la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la, la la la la la

She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
She's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
She's in fashion

She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion

Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1
then 2 is 1 my love,
Oh and if she tells you, you should know,
then you should know my love,

She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion

Today she's been working, she's been talking,
she's been smoking, its gonna be alright
Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get car sick
and it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight

Oh whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright

Today she's been sat there, sat there in a black chair,
office furniture, but it'll be alright
Cos tonight we'll go drinking, we'll do silly things
and never let the winter in
And it'll be okay like everyone says, it'll be alright and ever so nice
We're going out tonight, out and about tonight.

Oh whatever makes her happy on a Saturday night
Oh whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright

...we'll go peepshows and freak shows,
We'll go to discos, casinos,
We'll go where people go and let go...
...oh whatever makes her happy...