Lyrics

Say, say, my playmate Won't you lay hands on me? Mirror my malady? Transfer my tragedy? Got a curse I cannot lift Shines when the sunset shifts When the moon is round and full Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish We could jet in a stolen car Where we wouldn't get too far Before the transformation takes And the blood lust takes and the crave gets slaked My mind has changed my body's frame But, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained But, God, I like it My mind has changed my body's frame But, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained But, God, I like it Charge me your day rate I'll turn you out in kind When the moon is round and full Gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mind Baby doll, I recognize You're a hideous thing inside If ever there were a lucky kind It's you, you, you I know it's strange, another way to get to know you You'll never know unless we go, so let me show you I know it's strange, another way to get to know you We've got 'til noon, here comes the moon, so let me show you Show you Dream me, oh, dreamer, down to the floor Open my hands and let them weave onto yours Fill me, completer, down to my core Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours Feeding on fever, down on all fours Show you what all that howling's for Hey, hey, my playmate Let me lay waste to thee Burn down their hanging trees It's hot here, hot here, hot here, hot here Got a curse we cannot lift Shines when the sunset shifts There's a cure comes with a kiss The bite that binds, the gift that gives Now that we're gone for good Writhing under your riding hood Tell your grandma, mama too It's true, true, true My mind has changed my body's frame But, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained But, God, I like it My mind has changed my body's frame But, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained But, God, I like it
Writer(s): David Sitek, Babatunde Adebimpe, Jaleel Bunton, David Kyp Joel Malone, Gerard Anthony Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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