Tin Machine You Belong In Rock & Roll
Just the twinkling lights of heaven
Two reflections on the sparkling water
Hand in hand in love with love, uh-huh
I love the cheap things that you say-a-say
You belong in rock & roll
You belong in rock & roll
You belong in rock & roll
Well, so do I
I love how she moves me
It makes me feel alright, alright
Alright, alright
I'm a hurt, I'm a hurt, I'm a hurting
I'm a man with a beat in my pocket
I'm going down to the rhythm of love
I love a bad look that you bring
You belong in rock & roll
You belong in rock & roll
You belong in rock & roll
Well, so do I
Alone on a mean street
It makes me feel on fire, on fire
On fire, on fire, on fire
On fire, on fire, on fire, on fire, on fire
I love the cheap street in your walk, uh-huh
You belong in rock & roll
You belong in rock & roll
Well, so do I
I love how she moves me
It makes me feel alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, oh-oh
