Codeine, Glue and You

Lyrics

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 "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 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind Yet 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 6 were 9 If six were nine If 6 were 9 If six If 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind Yet 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 6 were 9 If six were nine If 6 were 9 If six Demolition Delicious Don't listen 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 6 were 9 I'd lose my mind Yet 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 Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex Don't hate sex