Letra de Cold

This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'Who are you?' Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street Get into the car with its vinyl seats Cold... This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain 'Shove you around?', now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 'who are you?' This is not the new man 'who are you?' This is not the new man This is not love...