Thrust!

(albüm: La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 - 1992)

(何を言うとるんや？ 元気出せボケ爺！)
(What are you saying? Get better you old coot!)

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

Yeah! Maybe the night ride gonna bleed
Yeah! Maybe this is what ch'all need!

("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

Yeah! Maybe the night ride gonna bleed
Yeah! Maybe this is what ch'all need!

How fast can you really move me
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah!
A ritual electro-nation yow!