Tricks - Gary Numan

I’ve seen the 'action'

All kinds of people

Seen things disgusting

I’ve seen it all

I’ve heard excuses

All kinds of stories

I’ve heard confessions

I’ve heard it all

They wrote bad poems

Painted bad pictures

They say we used them

I’m not sure

Some call it love and

Some call it affection

I don’t believe it It’s all clean young flesh

And we all fall down

We all fall down

You say you want it Dress to kill and kill me We could play new games

And you could lose

Don’t tell your mother

Or some jealous husband

Don’t talk of love just

Send me a postcard

We need to feel it We need to feel it

I’ve lost all patience

You’ll lose all pride

I’ve no conversation

I’ve no good intentions

I’ve room for one more

I’ve room for you

They say we’re 'corrupted'

They say we’re 'disturbing'

I don’t know

It must be true

They say we’re 'reckless'

They say we’re 'vicious'

It’s just a rumour

We don’t leave scars

She likes the movement

She likes the motion

She likes to whisper

But then she likes to scream

She likes the dancing

She likes the make up She likes to forget

'bout everything