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Skunk Anansie
Skunk Anansie


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Rock
Britrock
Alternative Rock
Years active 1994—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Virgin Records
One Little Indian Records
Website Website
Members
Mark Richardson
Skin
Cass
Ace
Former members
Robbie France



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Skunk Anansie Lyrics

"Punk By Numbers" lyrics


I'm stressed but you're freestyle
I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
I must be made of concrete
I sign my name across your chest

Give out the same old answers
I trot them out for the relatives
Company tried and tested
I use the ones that I love
the best

Like an animal you're moving
over me
Like an animal you're moving
over me

When did I get perverted
I can't remember your name
I'm growing introverted
You touch my hand and it's
not the same

This was so unexpected
I never thought I'd get caught
Play boomerang with your demons
Shoot to kill and you'll pop them off
BANG! BANG!

Like an animal you're moving
over me
Like an animal you're moving
over me

You should be sleeping my love
Tell me what you're dreaming of

I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
When I walked in the room

I knew you were mine for the taking
I knew you were mine for the taking
Your eyes light up
When I walk in the room

A hammering in my head
don't stop
From the bullet train from
Tokyo to Los Angeles
I'm leaving you behind
A flash in the pan
A storm in a teacup
A needle in a haystack
A prize for the winning
A dead for the raising
A catch for the chasing
A jewel for the choosing
A man for the making in this
blistering heat

Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
With your bedroom eyes and
your baby pouts
Sweat it all out
In our electric storms and
our shifting sands
Our candy jars and our
sticky hands

Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out
Sweat it all out

Don't forget what I wrote you then
And don't forget what I told you
then
And don't forget I that
meant to win
And don't forget your ventolin
So a hammering in my head
don't stop
In the bullet train from
Tokyo to Los Angeles

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