Nation Of Ulysses Hickey Underworld
I've got a little black book
Names & numbers and faces forsook,
Lips puckered, I swear they never spoke,
Put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index,
The secret sign that says your mine, call;
I'll give you back your dime
Something coming from the stereo
Hysteria, coming out of her stereo
Something stung me with malaria,
Hysteria is coming out of her stereo
Action - don't you want some?
Underneath the collar, is where it begins
The wearer of the mark of the love of pain,
Beneath the sheets, under the covers, is where it all begins.
Action - don't you want some action?
