The day regurgitates at 6 PM on TV news,
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The fools, the clowns, end of the decade blues...
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The walls are crumbling,
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The fear should have a hold on me
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But fate can wait, the time has come to get my due...
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CHORUS
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Scratch like a vampire,
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Screaming like a maniac:
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Satellite ecstatica,
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Heading for a heart attack!
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Leisure Inc. fantasia, bite like a vampire,
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The door flies wide, a crunching blow hits from behind,
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I'm wet with sweat and handcuffed to the TV set...
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She smiles the smile of someone in complete control,
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I'm on my knees and begging her for mercy...please!
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CHORUS
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Leisure Inc. fantasia,
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Bite like a vampire,
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Her mischief is stirring,
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She's purring like a pussycat,
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The air is damp as her hot breath is steaming out,
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She feeds me in 3-D, we sync rhythmic intensity.
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I'll die in here, here thighs shut tight around my ears.
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CHORUS
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My teeth are clenched,
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The room spins round and then gets drenched.
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I'm through, destroyed.
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I spent it all, she looks annoyed,
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She slaps my face, I clear up so there is no trace
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And back I drift, to bedsit bliss, late TV shift
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It's got a hold on me
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Satellite.
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Satellite Ecstatica
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| Pop Will Eat Itself |
