Getting It On

Cats Are Aliens

We took the children

Made 'em listen

Gave 'em lines and gave 'em prison

Requisition ammunition

Allocate just what they're missing

Some discipline

Disciples

Shiny rifles

Itchy fingers

Open Bibles

Watershed and Evil Dead (end)



Get in

Get into me

Get in the pink

So stand aside, I'm coming in



You got soul on your side

I'm left to my right

You fit like a charm

So I dare to extend my arm



My hand got bitten

But I'm really coming along

Apply the balm and see the people getting it on



Like I said, stand aside, I'm coming in

I'm aping thee

I stand erect and swing in trees

I shout of football in the street



I'm getting it on to convince you you're wrong

That you'll come to no harm

If you dare to extend your arm



But your hand got bitten

Now you're really coming along

Piranha karma

See the people getting it on

Getting it on...



We took the children to the mountain

Made 'em ill and filled prescriptions

Contradictions

Dogs of war with teeth of wisdom

Shine the searchlight through a prism

Through a pinhole

Hold a candle

To the playground

Kids don't play there any more

Oh why are swings such sinister things?



We all got bitten

But we're really coming along

Wake from our coma to be the people getting it on

Getting it on

Getting it on.