Pornography, 1982 Lyrics

I don't get you

Promise you I'm tryin

My perception doesn't fit you

Don't waste

Your Time

Really shouldn't go

To that Silver Sax red lie

You are

Not the

Same person now

With that brain washing scum fuck!

(He probably said something like)

Call me on my golden phone

I know you're sitting all alone

You know I drive myself so mad

You caught me at the perfect time

Call me on my golden phone

I promise you my lips are sewn

Chopsticks, rusted pliers

It's all the same anyway

So what's the point in anything?

F-40 wheels, platinum records

What's your name anyways

I promise I don't play this game

Broken ghettoes, cemeteries,

It's all the same anyway

So what's the point in anything?

(He probably said something like)

Call me on my golden phone

I know you're sitting all alone

You know I drive myself so mad

You caught me at the perfect time

I don't get you

Promise you I'm tryin

My perception doesn't fit you

Don't waste

Your Time

Really shouldn't go

To that Silver Sax red lie

You are

Not the

Same person now

With that brain washing scum fuck!