third rail

She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail shock Quick as a wink

I'm born to hold the pull of this city Take it on the computer and fail again Don't touch the third rail, my friend

You can't spend your whole life inside (Oh no) Just take my hand, I'll take away the pain I'm gonna grab the third rail on a subway train

Back with some ultra flat black catchin' wreck in a sec Wet paint, ain't shit, when I'm on the set I'm live like the third rail, on time like a PATH train The name Tame alone got fame so fuck a last name

And you'll go down on a bed of nails We'll rendezvous in cold blood I'll tie you up to the third rail

Confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell BZZZZZT touched the third rail You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried

Your love is like the white whale My finger's on the third rail I want you to be okay

Darling doesn't kiss me, hissing: "During Lent it is third rail." But the love without kissing

When I slaughter don't get, caught in the water Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease

A hot wire, like the third rail, is live A hot wire, like the third rail, is live A hot wire, like the third rail, is live From here to oblivion, I obliterate

I ain't one to gloat, sink, or rock the boat It's a provoked shot; we're go for the throat This my tale: done broke the third rail Sunshine don't fail

And now she's lying in my head Above the third rail, shrapnel flying Next door's wobbling

The devil's in the details The devil's in the details Sucking on the third rail I said the devil's in the details

And an electronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall Groveling villagers, trying to hide behind the windmill I just got in pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail nearest While most still try to penetrate the alligator plants (It goes)

Wrong place, wrong time The third rail, that's where she passed Wasn't the first, she won't be the last

But there's no time to die I know you've felt the pull from the electric third rail Your gaze when staring at the sky

people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames note at the craft work door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe my box cost siphon third rail juice from lost poets inhabit ocean bottoms with a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self)

Third rail to the third world. Civilization yet to follow. Third rail to the third world. Pockets full though heads are still hollow.

No cost, come and get dipped in the solvent Fabric of my tailor made garment Torn sail, third rail, tail of a comet Me and my counterpart

My imagination surprise you Like the New York City subway Third rail, one half is missing, three third fail Can't be tracked down by the phone, definately not by email