Sensoria - Cabaret Voltaire

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His head is not his memory

Visions coming, one, two, three

Trickle up, trickle down

Wearily, we come unwound

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

In hard times, hard thrills

Reaching for the chosen pills

Dragnets will pull you in

Tell you that you’re deep in sin

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

In hard times, hard thrills

Reaching for the chosen pills

Dragnets will pull you in

Tell you that you’re deep in sin

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Once you were a lonely playboy

Heading for a simple joy

Trickles up, trickles down

Frankly, I don’t give a damn

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

In hard times, hard thrills

Reaching for the chosen pills

Dragnets will pull you in

Tell you that you’re deep in sin

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Her new father, where and when?

Reaching for a giddy end

Like a girl on a rainy day

Have the needs to keep it sane

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Senses reaching fever pitch

Reaching for a giddy end

Like a girl on a rainy day

Have the needs to keep it sane

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

His head is not his memory

Visions coming, one, two, three

Trickle up, trickle down

Wearily, we come unwound

In hard times, hard thrills

Reaching for the chosen pills

Dragnets will pull you in

Tell you that you’re deep in sin

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Have the needs to keep them sane

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria

Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria