| 作词 : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
| I'll scan for you in infra-red | |
| Unleash the hunger in your head | |
| Catch a steel low-engine whine | |
| Along the sweating curve of your spine | |
| 'Cause it's not really fun | |
| 'Til electricity hums and | |
| Gets us shivering shuddering shaking | |
| Come all undone | |
| On the lip of the whispering night | |
| Your little moth wings come alight | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Dropped my blackened spoon | |
| I've got a taste for you | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I'll take a slice off the back | |
| Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer | |
| Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer | |
| Drag your lo-light drapes around me | |
| Winking satellites surround me | |
| I embrace your tender fracture | |
| (You're) my particular spectacular | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Drop my blackened spoon | |
| I've got a taste for you | |
| My teeth incising for a bite | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I'm hacking into you tonight | |
| Ball-gag leather-tight | |
| Spat out, shat out | |
| Last page torn out | |
| Worn out turned down | |
| Turned on and turned out |
| zuo ci : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
| I' ll scan for you in infrared | |
| Unleash the hunger in your head | |
| Catch a steel lowengine whine | |
| Along the sweating curve of your spine | |
| ' Cause it' s not really fun | |
| ' Til electricity hums and | |
| Gets us shivering shuddering shaking | |
| Come all undone | |
| On the lip of the whispering night | |
| Your little moth wings come alight | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Dropped my blackened spoon | |
| I' ve got a taste for you | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I' ll take a slice off the back | |
| Your oilslick black eyes rainbow shimmer | |
| Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer | |
| Drag your lolight drapes around me | |
| Winking satellites surround me | |
| I embrace your tender fracture | |
| You' re my particular spectacular | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Drop my blackened spoon | |
| I' ve got a taste for you | |
| My teeth incising for a bite | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I' m hacking into you tonight | |
| Ballgag leathertight | |
| Spat out, shat out | |
| Last page torn out | |
| Worn out turned down | |
| Turned on and turned out |
| zuò cí : DeSanto, Duffy, Louche, Novak | |
| I' ll scan for you in infrared | |
| Unleash the hunger in your head | |
| Catch a steel lowengine whine | |
| Along the sweating curve of your spine | |
| ' Cause it' s not really fun | |
| ' Til electricity hums and | |
| Gets us shivering shuddering shaking | |
| Come all undone | |
| On the lip of the whispering night | |
| Your little moth wings come alight | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Dropped my blackened spoon | |
| I' ve got a taste for you | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I' ll take a slice off the back | |
| Your oilslick black eyes rainbow shimmer | |
| Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer | |
| Drag your lolight drapes around me | |
| Winking satellites surround me | |
| I embrace your tender fracture | |
| You' re my particular spectacular | |
| I got my fork and my knife | |
| Cut myself a sweaty slice | |
| Drop my blackened spoon | |
| I' ve got a taste for you | |
| My teeth incising for a bite | |
| You better run for your life | |
| I' m hacking into you tonight | |
| Ballgag leathertight | |
| Spat out, shat out | |
| Last page torn out | |
| Worn out turned down | |
| Turned on and turned out |