Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Will Eat Itself
Pop Will Eat Itself
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard March
Richard March
Composer
Graham Crabb
Graham Crabb
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kristin Flood
Kristin Flood
Producer
David Pine
David Pine
Engineer
Karl Broadie
Karl Broadie
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

The day regurgitates at 6 PM on TV news
The fools, the clowns, end-of-the-decade blues
The walls are crumbling, the fear should have a hold on me
But fate can wait, the time has come to get my due
Scratch like a vampire
Screaming like a maniac
Satellite ecstatica
Heading for a heart attack
The door flies wide, a crunching blow hits from behind
I'm wet with sweat and handcuffed to the TV set
She smiles the smile of someone in complete control
I'm on my knees and begging her for mercy, please
Satellite ecstatica
Screaming like a maniac
Leisure Inc. fantasia
Heading for a heart attack
Her mischief is stirring, she's purring like a pussycat
The air is damp as her hot breath is steaming out
She feeds me in 3D, we sync rhythmic intensity
I'll die in here, her thighs shut tight around my ears
My teeth are clenched, the room spins 'round and then gets drenched
I'm through, destroyed, I spent it all, she looks annoyed
She slaps my face, I clear up so there is no trace
And back I drift, to bedsit bliss, late TV shift
Satellite ecstatica
Screaming like a maniac
Bite like a vampire
Heading for a heart attack
It's got a hold on me, satellite
It's got a hold on me
It's got a hold on me, satellite
It's got a hold on me
It's got a hold on me, satellite
It's got a hold on me
It's got a hold on me, satellite
It's got a hold on me
Written by: Graham Crabb, Richard March
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