Lyrics

Come on down to the underground Where the sun don't glow The escalator to the very end And you drop down In the corners and beneath the rails With the rust and hum A little something to electrify And you're undone Hey honey, what's the matter with you? Well I don't know, but its getting into me too And its not like I don't want to see this through Its such a rush like a bullet train I can't believe my eyes The things they tell you always seem insane It's like a lullaby Garden party for murder pride A cellar full of rye Conversation is a razor line Such a fine time Hey honey, what's the matter with you? Well I don't know, but its getting into me too And its not like I don't want to see this through [Instrumental Break] Hey honey, what's the matter with you? Well I don't know, but its getting into me too And its not like I don't want to see this through