Birthday Party The Pleasure Heads Must Burn Lyrics

Pleasure Heads Must Burn Lyrics

Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one

 I reckon if i touch it might just burn

 Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt

 When my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn

 Sometimes pleasure heads must burn

 Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 My brain tricked my hands to believe they were strong

 In short, my hands became clubs to grind

 I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one

 Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind

 Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find

 Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 I feel a little low, you know what i mean?

 Buried neck-high in british snow

 I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one

 Shoot me darling, shoot me in the head and go

 Ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.

 Ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.

 Ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!

 Etcetera.