You should be wilder, you're no fun at all
Yeah, thanks for the input
Thanks for the call

With dull knives and white hands 
The blood of a stone
Cold to the touch, right 
Right down the bone

But you give me the electric twist and it kicks like kicks like a pony
And [bad word]  you might get away with it
It's a risk, it's a risk yeah

Picked from a hot grove, packaged for sale
It drips down the sleeve
Gets under your nails
loss of the senses 
chip off a tooth 
The smells of the city 
They ride in your suit

He says don't think don't talk 
Don't think 
Don't think don't talk
Don't think 
Don't think don't talk
But I don't think I want to 

'Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks like a pony
And [bad word]  you [bad word] away with it, it's a risk it's a risk yeah
Because it kicks yeah
It really kicks yeah

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

And the touch of your lips it's a shock not a kiss
It's electric twist, it's electric twist

He says don't think don't talk Don't think 
Don't think don't talk Don't think 
Don't think don't talk
But I don't think I want to 

'Cause you give me the electric twist and it kicks and it kicks yeah

And [bad word]  letcha get away with it, it's a risk it's a risk yeah

You might get away with it
It's a risk yeah
But it kicks yeah
It really kicks yeah