Hang On To Yourself

She's a tongue twisting storm

She will come to the show tonight

Praying to the light machine

She wants my money, not my honey

She's a funky thigh collector

Laying on electric dreams

So come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play

But then we move around like tigers on vaseline

The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar

You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

So come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself

So come on, come on

We've really got a good thing going

Come on, come on

If you think we're gonna make it

You better hang on to yourself