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Lyricist: Sugarcubes
Lyrics:
I close the door (I close the door) I shouldn't burn yet (No it won't)
But the wires get hotter (It's sure to get hotter) My palms are glowing (My palms are glowing, oh)
This is hot meat This is metallic blood This is hot meat This is open sweat
I'm gonna show you with my fingers (With her fingers) I'll have to draw with the eye (Draw with the eyes)
With your own breath (With her own breath) I'll tear your lungs
Oh, this is hot meat This is metallic blood This is is hot meat Open sweat
Well I'll be damned If this ain't the country and Western version of cold sweat I heard that months ago
It's bad, bad, bad But in this side of the blackest meadows I'll make my winter dwelling And then, I crush my bones
Oh, this is hot meat This is metallic blood Is hot meat Open sweat
I'll sail out the window I'll walk down the edge I will not finish 'Til I'm fully satisfied
This is hot meat This is metallic blood This is hot meat
Hot meat Metallic blood Hot meat Open sweat
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