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Church Electric

The electric lash of trees in the studio Fills my head with light Only the voice of the girl on the radio Falling from a height And I turn to leave as

Tercüme: Kilise. Elektrik Kirpik.

screen it is safe, it is clean silent movie black and white charlie chaplin is on tonight science fiction, history electric church, comedy I press the

to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric, perfected

the head with no respect We'd all have little gold guns around our neck If Jesus Christ was killed in electric chair, now get it You'd be kneeling to the electric

flashing Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew

around the way, Lord Miss Patti, won?t you help me sing Lord, knows how I miss those days Dressin? up for church on Easter Sunday Doing the Electric

is electric, yeah Hey, hey, hey, my light is electric Hey, hey, hey, my light is electric, yeah Hey, hey, hey, my light is electric, yeah I got electric

cribs and cars bitch it?s making something out of nothing through this hardship and even though we know that the earth is weak we still bomb each other and idol what the churches