Songtexte Telepathy - Snips

Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy

Don't touch the control
We can read your mind
Think of a number (Seven)
We can double it (So what?)
It's breathtaking
It's taking my breath away
I think I'm getting your range
I think I'm getting your range
I think I'm getting your range
I think I'm getting your range

Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy

Roll up the boys for the soul machine
Rub 'em, scrub 'em, send 'em back
Hung up and ringing like a telephone
A.J. says to C.J. put the squeeze on the DJ

Too much telepathy
I don't want to hear from you
Too much telepathy
I don't want to hear from you

Mischief on the body, mischief in the mind
Just like a caveman I think about sex
Time on my hands is something to kill
I feel like Uri Geller in the little black box, well

Too much telepathy
I don't want to hear from you
Too much telepathy
I don't want to hear from you

Why, oh why, should I
Ever need to transmit to the wires
Behind my mind
You know they feel like something sticky
Send up the boys for the war machine
Take 'em out and break 'em up
Too many bodies in the cruel soul bowl
A.J. says to C.J. put a freeze on the airwaves

Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy
Too much telepathy