Thrust! - White Zombie

Thrust in deep, there are no limitations

Wing shaped constellations everywhere now

Creep, babe, creep your life’s a suicide

And I said «I'm gonna ride it» She don’t care now

Yeah!

Maybe -- the night ride gonna bleed

Yeah!

Maybe -- this is what ch’all need!

Sink’n deep into your destination

Dig the demolition everywhere, now

Creep, babe, creep into your ring 'o' fire

Burned out on the wire -- She don’t care, now

(«It has been established that persons who have recently died have been

returning to life and committing acts of murder.

Widespread investigation of

reports from funeral homes, morgues, and hospitals has concluded that the

unburied dead are coming back to life and seeking human victims.

It’s hard for us here to believe what we’re reporting to you, but it does seem

to be a fact.»)

Yeah!

Open the darkness an hour later to the minute

Move under the guilty she went deep into the corner

Snap dog city hypnotize and break the mercury

Rig test -- Oil inject freak hallucination

Shot through the backdoor buzz a whirling locomotion

West straight to another, through the sea of love

Life on the line, still in time, you will find «She has gone away.»

Don’t ask why, super sky, live or die, «She has gone away.»

Figure this, no more, sis, Spanish kiss, «She has gone away.»

Thrust into a diamond generation

Dexceleration everywhere

Up from hell a missile to the moon and

Zero to the 3 and

4 and 5 and

How fast can you really move me

Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!

A ritual electro-nation — yow!