Lyrics:
Cyber-me, baby
We don't need keyboards
We don't need screens
We don't need computers
We don't need phones
We don't need mics
We don't need
Onsdag eftermiddag er vi inviteret til kaffe ovre hos Henning og Birte.
Fjernsynet er som altid tændt på Danmarks Radio.
Mor kommer ind med min
a Chicken Wang"
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo
We OutKast 'til it's over, barbeque and never mildo
For real bro
"In tonight's
a Chicken Wang"
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo
We OutKast 'til it's over, barbeque and never mildo
For real bro
"In tonight's
vanuit een doosje op de kast,
mijn moeder zei: "dat is de radio",
ik dacht: "dit is een wonder"
en ik kan mijn hele leven niet meer zonder.... dat wonder
I see you wanna be
All on your radio on mars
All apologies
I won't help you find
The answer to your problem
Oh woh hoho
I see you shine'n
Oh wo hoho
the radio neither
Only if I need to know the sports or the weather
I'm a cool type of brother, but yep, your head I'll sever from the neck
See ain't
the radio neither
Only if I need to know the sports or the weather
I'm a cool type of brother, but yep, your head I'll sever from the neck
See ain't
see we're losing our souls?
Computer chip is in my brain
Life is just a video game
Radio-active molecules
In cyber space I make all the rules
We're
Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
Flower girls play lover
Grave games in the courtyard
I
So lost and lonely,
and you felt this way before
An old and not so modern
kind of dinosaur
The radio's playing,
a different kind of song
But you
the smoke
Radios scream destiny's choke
Life's a rigged dice we roll
All the fuckers punch the final toll
All the fuckers gonna get fucked
Souls sold hearts
stem kwam uit een doosje
Op de kast
Mijn moeder zei dat is de radio
Ik dacht het is een wonder
En ik kan mijn hele leven
Niet meer zonder
Dat
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard
staat in wilton versneeuwd langs de baan
Hij zingt met de radio mee
Hij is niet verdwaald nee hij is een prooi van de blizzard
En de blizzard huilt om hem
With one stroke of the pen
I tune in to your satellite radio or FM station
I've been patiently waiting to weigh in
Been under construction for two
a cycle
Make a friend of all my rivals
Devil's work is hands that idle
Take a hit of cyber psilo
I misspoke that's typo
Please don't let my secrets out
Televisie aan niks aan (ahoe)
Radio aan niks aan (ahoe)
En ik kan natuurlijk naar de film
En daarna het café in (ahoe)
Ik heb geen zin (ahoe)
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
Sed sed sed
Psycho sex 'toi obsessed
Con su ex
Manda nudes de las tres a mi 'cel
Mami pon la webcam
Cyber sex
Por las noches me susurran jet'aime
Mi
Plastic age ...road rage
We got videos, stereos, radios and telephones
Nubile contractors, nuclear reactors
Sex scenes in magazines, lazer beams
Just like Dick Tracey's wrist radio
De dream was to talk while on de go
A man from Chicago a big dreamer
Skillful engineer called Martin Cooper
He had
baby
i tryna holdin on
my pain it all
i wish u happy
i tryna turn my pain like radio
I know it doesnt make
sense but i cant hold on
U know it doenst make
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