Title: Permafrost
Artist: Magazine
Composer(s): Howard Devoto
Lyric:
Thunder shook loose hail on the outhouse again
Today, I bumped into you again
I have no idea what you want
But there was something I meant to say
As the day stops dead
At the place where we're lost
I will drug you and fuck you
On the permafrost
There's not much that I miss
I'm far too forgetful for that
Sugar's sweet some of the time
It's hard to keep some things in mind
As the day stops dead
At the place where we're lost
I will drug you and fuck you
On the permafrost
As the day stops dead
At the place where we're lost
I will drug you and fuck you
On the permafrost
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