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My life is comfortable But I don't want that image for my band Inside I'm reasonable But I'll make out they just don't understand When we don't feel well, let's Put on some Velvets Lean our guitars up against the amp We get feedback When I feel that I need that Air of "look, aren't we dangerous" That's the time to be bad Intense, no compromise Nasty evil, cracking up my brain Hey, ho She's gone to Spain with a load of mates from work And I feel cursed and sore, like I'm Thurston More-like The darkness in my eyes won't go away I get feedback In my bedroom in Nantwich Stamp my foot down on the amp switch That's the time to be bad Letras de canciones Somebody's knocking on my door And it's the boy from over the road And he says he shares our obsessions And he'd like to join in on the sessions And the others aren't arsed either way So I say I think we'd better let him in I've heard he's got a theremin I think we'd better let him in I've heard he's got a theremin And I've seen him walk through the park a lot, And I bet he listens to Arc a lot, We'd better let him in, he's got a theremin... From Letras Mania