Honeymoon Croon Songtext

von Bauhaus

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
Say whose on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle

Marylin's on.
Send her by air mail, PARAVION
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed

Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my socks tonight, tonight

The stranger arrives,
The gun still warm
20 years to old
Used to form
Turns out to be an old trick,
From her senior service, Senior service

She insists on tying down
After the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland

He asked to see her hidden side
She, the colour of his money... colour of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon

Marylin's fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk is in a satte
The sound of footsteps - mummy's here
I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear
Better fix her drink tonight,
Bed time comes
Must blot out this use my gun
Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon