We explore the men's room
We don't give a shit
Ladies' lost electricity
Take vows inside of it

[Chorus:]
Desire to dance
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you
Starting to fly

Let's explore
Up there, up there, up there
On the twenty-fifth floor

Circle all around me
Coming for the kill, kill, kill
Oh kill me baby
Like a kamikaze
Heading for a spill
Oh, but it's all spilt milk to me

[Chorus]

Let's soar
Up there, up there, up there
On the twenty-fifth floor

We do not eat
Flower of creation
We do not eat
Eat anything at all
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation
I'm waiting for a contact to call
Love's war
Love's cruel
Love's pretty
Love's pretty cruel tonight
I'm waiting here to refuel
I'm gonna make contact tonight

Love in my heart
The night to exploit
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
And there's more
Up there, up there, up there

Stoned in space
Zeus, Christ, it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be
Within the context of neo rock
We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest preoccupation of man
Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit, at all cost
Inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man
And to recreate from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold

All must not be art
Some art we must disintegrate
Positive, anarchy must exist

I feel it swirling around me
I feel it feeling no pain
I'm waiting above for you baby
I know that I'll see you up there
I'm floating in a door backward
On boundaries over this world
I'm waiting above in the sky, dear
Upon a ...

Writer : I KRAL, P SMITH
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC