Text: Crowded House. Together Alone. Pineapple Head.

Detective is flat
no longer is always flat out
got the number of the getaway car
didn't get very far
As lucid as hell
these images moving so fast
like a fever
so close to the bone
I don't feel too well

And if you choose
to take that path

I will play you like a shark
and I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark
to enflame you

Sleeping alone
for pleasure, the pineapple head
it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

And if you choose
to take that path

Sleeping alone
for pleasure, the pineapple head
it spins and it spins
like a number I hold
don't remember if she was my friend
it was a long time ago

And if you choose
to take that path
would you come to make me pay?