Red Angel Dragnet
Standing in the bog of a West End bar
Guy on the right leaning over too far
Money in my pocket gonna put it in the slot
Open up the pack see what type I got
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do
It's a fab protective for that type of a girl
But everybody knows that se uses it well
It's the therapeutic structure I can use at will
But I don't think it fits my B.D. Drill
Sitting in a carriage of a Bakerloo
Erotica my pocket got a packet for you
Advert on the escalator on my way home
I don't need no skin flicks, I wanna be alone
I didn't want to hold you
I didn't want to use you
Protex, Protex Blue
All I wanna do
Johnny, Johnny
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Each night, they surround me
With the lights and the microphones . . .
With their bodies and the mile of cable
Like a magic ring of bone
Every night I have the same dream:
A man behind the door
With a tattooed erection
And no reflection
And his eyes like a Chinese whore . . .
Every night I have the same dream
(Repeat 3 times)
The madonnas at the crossroads,
Dressed like future spies
They shine their lips with android sperm
And the Riviera skies . . .
But every night I have the same dream
It's a vision of the dead . . . The way
With the lights and the microphones . . .
With their bodies and the mile of cable
Like a magic ring of bone
Every night I have the same dream:
A man behind the door
With a tattooed erection
And no reflection
And his eyes like a Chinese whore . . .
Every night I have the same dream
(Repeat 3 times)
The madonnas at the crossroads,
Dressed like future spies
They shine their lips with android sperm
And the Riviera skies . . .
But every night I have the same dream
It's a vision of the dead . . . The way