Testo Electro-Motive - Cabaret Voltaire
Testo della canzone Electro-Motive (Cabaret Voltaire), tratta dall'album The Drain Train & The Pressure Company: Live In Sheffield
Think while you're passing, you take a seat
You don't come here to wipe your feet
Don't play passes, just dig deep
If you can be there, change places with me
So you flex your muscles, you turn the heat
You stretch your muscles and you get some relief
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
This is the place where nothing is real
And pay the cover, you can do what you feel
I'm coming here, where nothing is traced
We say nothing gets past this rude place
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
So you flex your muscles, you turn the heat
You stretch your muscles and you get some relief
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
You walk in here expecting relief
You pick the place, you get your treat
You lock the door, things will start
Forget the outside, you just play your part
You flex your muscles, you turn the heat
So you stretch your muscles and you get your relief
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
Think while you're passing, you take a seat
But you don't come here to wipe your feet
Don't play passes, just dig deep
If you can be there, change places with me
Oh, you got the feeling, but the feeling is hazy
You pay the prices, and the chances are maybe
I'm coming here, where nothing is traced
We say nothing gets past this rude place
But you look around you, on your guard
No need to worry here, nothing is barred
When you lock the door, things will start
Forget the outside, you just play your part
So you flex your muscles, you turn the heat
You stretch your muscles and you get some relief
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
It gets the 'cause to turn you on your guard
But no need to worry here, nothing is barred
Oh, you turn it, you turn up the heat
You think wild, you turn your seat
But nothing gets nothing, did you think it was real?
Nothing gets nothing, you just get what you see
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Writer(s): Richard Harold Kirk, Stephen Mallinder
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