Siouxsie and the Banshees - Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) Lyrics

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Metal Postcard (Mittageisen)

Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) By Siouxsie and the Banshees?
Reunion begins with a glass of mercury
Television flickers With a another news bulletin Flints light up the eyes of the seated family Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal won't rust when oiled and cleaned Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal will rule in my master scheme Oh, with a clockwork jerk pluck cogs from fob watches For dinner on Friday Then recoiling say "Excuse me Must go recycle my precious machinery" Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal won't rust when oiled and cleaned Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal will rule in my master scheme It's ruling our lives, there is no hope Thought I'd drop a line, the weather here is fine But day and night it blares Commanding through loudspeakers Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal won't rust when oiled and cleaned Metal is tough, metal will sheen Metal will rule in my master scheme, in my master scheme Metal is tough, metal is clean Metal, metal, come on metal Come on, come on metal Next time I'll serve metal |
Who Wrote Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) By Siouxsie and the Banshees?
John Gareth Mckay, Morris Kenneth Ian, Siouxsie Sioux, Steven Severin
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What's The Duration Of The Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) By Siouxsie and the Banshees?The duration of Metal Postcard (Mittageisen) is 4:15 minutes and seconds. |
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