(D. Wyndorf)
You're floating there, your hand in me
A snake inside a jar
It's just too cool, I do believe
You're what you say you are
How many days was I in that
Psychotic submarine?
I stumbled out, I took my turn
And now I've made ya'll see
An iron cross, a sacrifice
And born in Vietnam
You take me home in your machine
And tell me about your plan
Come on in, come on in, and put your hands on me
Come on in, come on in, our love will set you free
I said whoa?I'm in love again
Whoa?you're so strange
So very strange
They'll hang me here, they'll make me pay
If I do what they don't like
So cast your cent quick and bit my lip
And screw my brain up tight
Come on in, come on in, and put your claws in me
Come on in, come on in, and tune up my machine
I said whoa?I'm in love again
Whoa?you're so strange
I said whoa?strange little baby
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