Swingin' Utters

Tonight's Moons
Well you probably thing we're twisted No no no Are you properly assisted? Yeah yeah yeah A chemically ingested stump Tonight's moons have a strong pull on my arm It's like some kind of a dream From the brain of an alien being Diana Ross and a couple supreme A fuckin disco dance machine Setting off the fire alarm All the cops they started to swarm Looky here we don't mean no harm Tonight's goons have a strong hold on my arm Are you thoroughly disgusted Yeah yeah yeah You're probably well adjusted No no no Asymmetrical enlodged throat lump Tonight's moons have a strong pull on my arm... Aus Songtexte Mania