paroles de chanson Groove Room (Remastered) - The Flaming Lips

Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Let me touch your hair
All I wanna do is make you happy
Let's all go down there
Their hair
Let's all go down there
Their hair
Let's all go down there
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
All they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
There, there, there
Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Lots of strange things
Tempts his eyes round your fingertips
Your thoughts will separate
They're blamin' the pigs in the slaughterhouse
For bleedin' on their floors
Make you watch films like Apocalyspe Now
Till you can't watch anymore
No more
I can't watch no more
No more
I can't watch no more
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
When all they wanna do is take my money
I never wanna go down there
There, there, there
Let's go down to the groove room, baby
Let me comb your hair
All because bands'll settle
They don't got no chairs
Chairs
They don't got no chairs
No chairs
They don't got no chairs
No-ho-ho-ho
They've no chairs
They've no chairs
I said, they don't got no chairs
No chairs
They don't got no chairs