Incinerator Lyrics - Sam Phillips

Incinerator, what have you done this time? 

I heard the air raid siren go off 

To settle attraction, you like to subdivide 

Don't you want shelter from your desire? A place to hide 

Incinerator, this is not about sex 

It's about a personal scent 

You like to watch me and I like to disappear 

Electrical contact, a broken Tass of the Stratosphere 

Incinerator, go on and go right through me 

Have your search and tell me what you find 

That I'm made of fire and you'll never get to me 

I don't have your number, 'cause I can't count to eternity 

Incinerator