In thee club(with polly)

In spiral colours, sound is found, talking circles, round and round, beams ov light,
light up each face, teams ov colours, we embrace, follow thee beat that never ends, total eclipse in laser cold, tribes ov old in dances new, cults and a type ov ritual too, hear thee spirit ov all life, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, meaty beaty big and bouncy, we smoke hashish by thee ouncey, how manys that? Well who was counting?
Down to thee garage for a late nite outing, poison is taken to thee extreme, in my veins E feel it scream, to thee venom in between, my breasts to thee shaking in my knees, an atmosphere where you breathe, in thee new days so obscene, covering you in creamy cream, fuck sense into our dreams, dream sense into our fucks, is it hard and thick and long, enough, ov course you’re like thee billy goats gruff, where its going thee tough get tough, in shirty dirty skirty stuff, full techno sex is banging love, and binging bonging from above, horizontal dancing makes me cum, of course my finger up your bum, yeah, yeah, yeah, no matter what E do, no matter what E do, it ends up hurting you,, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club, fuck away your tears with thee anarcho funketeeers, fuck away your fears with thee anarcho funketeers, we say fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck everybody, fuck, all for one and one for all, we’re thee anarcho funketeers, E like stork margarine because E have only got one leg, shamanic distribution, interzone promotions, tunes that help you breathe more easily, in thee club, in thee club, in thee club. (lost time zone)