Xtc - Pulsing Pulsing lyrics

Pulsing pulsing, There's a beat in his arm still. Pulsing pulsing, Like the throb of an anthill. Pulsing pulsing, No d**h in the rain. I've been washing my hands, In the stuff i wash my brains. I'm pulsing. You're pulsing. Who's pulsing?.

What's pulsing?. Pulsing pulsing, There's a lump in his throat still. Pulsing pulsing, At the site of a crash throw. Pulsing pulsing, No push in the vein. I've been washing my hands, In the stuff i wash my brains.