Blur the Technicolor

Falling down, I am a psychoholic Erratic and sure I cannot fail Replay slow, smooth and automatic Go easy riding danger Yeah, two guns west I ride an Instamatic Polaroid rat, crucifixion nail Antenna down cruising in the deep red Mouth of a demon angel Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Yeah, rush of blood burn through my face And vicious t-bird breed on the whore Wonder Wheel, cool and hellamatic Go easy riding danger Yeah, shadowplay, I blur the technicolor Stain a holy bed, a diamond way Blackened core, clear fuck-o-matic Mouth of a demon angel Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Yeah! Straight to the top sadistic or anything, acid eat the face of night Strip to the bone release me, violate, eye of God, a goddamn, right Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Yeah, falling down, I am a psychoholic Erratic and sure I cannot fail Sit them there and sink into the deep red, E-Z riding danger Yeah, shadowplay I blur the technicolor Keep 'em running-go-demolition way Going down deep into a hole, called Love of a Demon Angel Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! (Get it on) Get it on! Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Get it on! (What you gonna do?) Get it on! (This is the end of your rotten life, you motherfucking dope pusher)