paroles de chanson Incinerator - Sam Phillips
Incinerator,
what
have
you
done
this
time?
I
heard
the
air
raid
siren
go
off
To
settle
attraction,
you
like
to
subdivide
Don't
you
want
shelter
from
your
desire?
A
place
to
hide
Incinerator,
this
is
not
about
sex
It's
about
a
personal
scent
You
like
to
watch
me
and
I
like
to
disappear
Electrical
contact,
a
broken
Tass
of
the
Stratosphere
Incinerator,
go
on
and
go
right
through
me
Have
your
search
and
tell
me
what
you
find
That
I'm
made
of
fire
and
you'll
never
get
to
me
I
don't
have
your
number,
'cause
I
can't
count
to
eternity
Incinerator
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