Codeine, Glue and You - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My fire's burning low as my song grinds out on the radio

I just want to move you slow and low

And shoot my eight-ball in your corner pocket hole, oh-oh

Life's a gas, or so it seems

You know I blow a fuse when you come in my dreams

I've got this fear no kiss can cover

I know we need no help to hurt each other

If six were nine, I'd lose my mind

Yeah, I go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motorhead, don't you whine

There'll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine, if six were nine

If six...

If six were nine, I'd lose my mind

Yeah, I go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motorhead, don't you whine

There'll be some peace at the end of the line

If six were nine, if six were nine

If six, six, six-six-six, six, six-six-six

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen, don't listen, don't listen

Demolition, demolition, demolition

Devil instinct, devil instinct, devil instinct, devil instinct

Devil is six, devil is six, devil hates six, don't hate sex

Don't hate sex, don't hate sex, devil instinct, devil instinct

Devil instinct, delicious, delicious, demolition, demolition

Devil instinct, devil instinct, don't hate sex, don't hate sex

Don't hate sex, don't hate sex, don't listen

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen, don't hate sex

Don't hate sex, don't hate sex, don't hate sex, don't hate sex

Like a shot of speedway methadrine

Coming on like a hot-head machine

She's my only teenage dream

If you know what I mean

If six were nine, I'd lose my mind

Yeah, I go crazy for you all of the time

Please little motorhead, don't you whine

There'll be some madness at the end of the line

Don't hate sex, don't hate sex, don't hate sex, don't hate sex