Out Of The Blue (into The Fire)
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I'm a man without a soul...honey--- Who lost it while parading it, in a town full of thieves-- Y'see i didn't wanna be with any people i know. But god knows, i didn't wanna be alone-- So i showered down--left my little room And jumped in my car for protection from hostility Well it ain't easy to be bold--in an unknown city-- I was feeling strong mouthed, but weak willed. When i ran into the cure...for my ills-- Don't tell me what your name is-- I want your body, not your mind, I want a feeling, worth paying for before i say goodbye But as i was talking, i couldn't look her in the eyes, I just kept wondering,-- How many men unleashed their frustration between her thighs? Well my adrenalin, was curdling like cream, As i was being led by the hand. Through the sound of sirens-- And the distant noise of some drunken jazz band, Through the stench of disinfectant-- That "infected" my head, Through the darkness of a corridor And into a strangers bed. Well i didn't wanna hurt your feelings, honey But i couldn't suppress my own, I had to pull myself outta this nosedive By proving something to myself. She was lying on her back With her lips parted. Squealing like a stuffed pig-- I was going through the motions Faking the emotions, And wriggling around like lizard in a tin. Trying so hard to cleanse myself, I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to please myself, I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else. Come my love--with your desire-- Out of the blue...and into the fire!!80s alternative angry bitter brings tears to my eyes moody post-punk Progressive sickeningly relevant takes me back The Rainbow Connection
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