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Spoonman (Remastered)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Underworld
Underworld
Performer
Karl Hyde
Karl Hyde
Vocals
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Programming
Darren Emerson
Darren Emerson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karl Hyde
Karl Hyde
Composer
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karl Hyde
Karl Hyde
Producer
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Producer
Darren Emerson
Darren Emerson
Producer
Miles Showell
Miles Showell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

World Tuesday Tuesday World Tuesday Tuesday World Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die I'm the spoonman, talks to God Transfusion, penetration I'm the spoonman, talks to God Transfusion, penetration I'm the spoonman, talks to God Transfusion, penetration I'm the spoonman, talks to God Transfusion penetration Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die I'm the spoonman, she's a wound Nice bikini, steppin' razor I'm the spoonman, she's a wound Nice bikini, steppin' razor Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Watched you cry Watched you fly Watched you die Don't put your hand where you wouldn't put your face She said a dollar rubber rat Utah plates Brilliant green substance unknown With a face like a peeled onion Sheep in drag horseback automatic To make your home clean make it sani-flush She said now I'm a new skin-free Crispy with this urge to phone Into the no-smoking zone of stainless steel Tokyo Me and big white dog got to hijack pecan tarts for Babylon Bambi Out of mercer street where the crack heads catwalk charity Where teenage sex rides a stoned Rhythm trading its chili skins to the screamers come To hunt their meat to the gold diggers in kiss boots And the recycled blondes in their Stack heeled snatches the monster trucks the rolling rocks The poodle boys with their little bone diggers And dark stuff comes Oozing out the apple core tonight like A beggars dog tasting the wind Into the blood Into the blood Into the blood
Writer(s): Richard David Smith, Karl Hyde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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