The curtain slaps in the wind
A human sound of fleshy flesh
Little fists pummel absently
To birth the spirit in the room
The wind it seems to lick
The wind it seems to suck
The wind is a great big woman
That makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up
My body seems to be lacking something
I remember the taste
That on a night like this
Wa sonly ever shed in haste
All these moments have passed through me
I have turned them all to waste
There are women on the street
They shine before me like teeth in a mine
And their are voices on the street
One of them is mine
If I watched from a high hidden window
I'd hear myself say
Oh I can't make it out
I'm too far away
But the conversation is like the beating
Taken in a dream
Where no real blows are landed
The only harm is in memory
All these women have passed through me
I have turned them all to wastemusic intro - 4 bars
Well I bought it up
Brought Windows home and tried to boot it up
But when I load it up
It says my memory is not enough ...
I've been running out
I need Some Extra RAM to fix me up ...
I have to cough it up
Open my wallet up, it never stops, never stops, never stope, never stops
Its Windows 95
It's sucking up my drive
It makes a Pentium fly
But my PC is obsolete
I'll have to buy myself a brand new machine .... (ring it up)
Just stick me up
You suck me in then you got me hooked .... you got me, you got me
There's so much stuff to buy
I need a new hard drive
I'ts gonna suck me dry
My 386
Don't have the speed
It takes an hour just to bring up the screen ... (na neeana)
Oh no ... I 'm making software buys.
Woow ... It's making Bill Gates cum...
Yo Yo ... your making a rich man cum....