Redneck School Of Technology
She don't know how to work on her car
She just steps on the gas and it goes
Me, I'm no technician but a little knob twisting
Puts a song on my radio
And when it comes to love, we're a lot alike, she and I
We don't really know what we're doin'
But we're doin' something right
'Cause it's working
Working like a charm
Working like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along
Steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood
It's working
Some folks tear a good love apart
Ju
Microphonies
"Just Fascination"
_The Crackdown_
Cabaret Voltaire
Slipping into new disguise,
Your eyes know, your body lies.
This fascination. This fascination. This, fascination.
Your thoughts, closed off.
But it's no concern, concern of yours.
Just fascination. Just fascination. Just private, fascination.
Hide away in secrecy,
You chop away this fantasy.
This private fascination. This private, fascination.
But if they knew, you'd shoot yourself.
A beast, you'd shoot yourself.
This private, fascination.
Just fascination. This fascination. This private fascination.
Glances back, slip in the way, swift.
You've found another way of,
Slipping into your disguise,
Your eyes know, your body lies.
This fascination. This fascination.
Just fascination. Just fascination. Just private, fascination.
This private, fascination.
Drive away in privacy,
You chop away this fantasy.
Your thoughts, closed off.
But it's no concern, concern of yours.
Just fascination. Just fascination. Just fascination.
Just private, fascination. Just private, fascination.
A glance back, slipping away, the slip.
You pack another way.
But if they knew, you'd shoot yourself.
A beast, you'd shoot yourself.
This private fascination. This fascination. This fascination.
This private fascination.
This fascination. This fascination. This fascination.
This private, fascination. This private, fascination.