The Hickey Underworld

Nation Of Ulysses

Compositor: The Nation of Ulysses

Hysteria from the stereo
Yeah, Something coming from the stereo

I've got a little black book
names & numbers and faces forsook,
lips puckered, I swear they never spoke,
put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index,
the secret sign that says your mine,
CALL
I'll give you back your dime

Hysteria from the stereo
Yeah, Something coming out of the stereo
something stung me with malaria,
hysteria is coming out of her stereo

Action, Action, Action - don't you want some?
Action, Action, Action

Underneath the collar, is where it begins
the wearer of the mark of the love of pain,
beneath the sheets, under the covers,
is where it all begins.

Hysteria from the stereo
Yeah, something coming out of the stereo
Yeah, something stung me with malaria,
hysteria is coming out of her stereo

Action, Action, Action - don't you want some?
Action, Action, Action - don't you want some action?