Love Spit Love - Spastica lyrics

A morbid fascination With all things in extreme The limited sports Will leave a spot on me Early in the morning I give it up for sleep I'm going to need attention But all I hear is my heart beat Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh His spastic aspirations Would make a man out of me Bleeding from his brain, Such sensitivity Monsters of the present Are the Monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book Your head's right up your arse Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh It's unbelievable The way you've got it all It seems too probable Oh, Oh The Inner-city fauna Is crawling round your feet A morbid fascination with all things in extreme A limited sport will leave its spot on me Early in the morning, i've given up on sleep I'm in need of attention, but all i hear is my heart beat His spastic aspirations will make a man of me Brought him for displaying such sensitivity Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up your arse It's unbelievable, the way you got it all It seems improbable The inner city fauna is crying round your feet I never really noticed how your eyebrows seemed to meet In perpetual fear of being swallowed whole Beached in the suburbs in the body of a whale