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the Hamlet machine' new "single", a depraved alternative disco pop stomper
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Lyrics
There is no such thing as sin
But what you’ve been
Doing lately
It wasn’t exactly
made in heaven
or innocent
it wasn’t even
half-decent
You derelict
And sex addict
You motley bandit
Full of shit
With eyeballs
Like mirrorballs
Sniffing dope
From a kaleidoscope
But so you say harlequin
It’s not I dont want to assume
Worn
And patched up
Torn
And sewn-up
It’s not my costume…
It’s my skin
Oh I met poor Columbine
She used to shine
But you left her
And weeks after
She’s so lonely
She roams the streets
Wakes up in pulci-
Nella ’s sheets
You derelict
And sex addict
You motley bandit
Full of shit
With eyeballs
Like mirrorballs
Sniffing dope
From a kaleidoscope
But so you say harlequin
It’s not I dont want to assume
Worn
And patched up
Torn
And sewn-up
It’s not my costume…
It’s my skin
But what you’ve been
Doing lately
It wasn’t exactly
made in heaven
or innocent
it wasn’t even
half-decent
You derelict
And sex addict
You motley bandit
Full of shit
With eyeballs
Like mirrorballs
Sniffing dope
From a kaleidoscope
But so you say harlequin
It’s not I dont want to assume
Worn
And patched up
Torn
And sewn-up
It’s not my costume…
It’s my skin
Oh I met poor Columbine
She used to shine
But you left her
And weeks after
She’s so lonely
She roams the streets
Wakes up in pulci-
Nella ’s sheets
You derelict
And sex addict
You motley bandit
Full of shit
With eyeballs
Like mirrorballs
Sniffing dope
From a kaleidoscope
But so you say harlequin
It’s not I dont want to assume
Worn
And patched up
Torn
And sewn-up
It’s not my costume…
It’s my skin


















this is a grungy disco dance. I like the break and the bending synths. Of course the lyrics are great you guys rock