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Hang On To Your IQ


Chinese masseuse, comes between us 
talks in haikus, plastic venus 
Got a headrush, in her pocket 
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket 

Hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 

I'm lonely 

Every morning, my eyes will open wide 
I gotta get high, before I go outside 
Roll another, for breakfast 
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus 

Hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 

I'm lonely 

Legs eleven, makes me stay up late 
two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88 
I'm a fool, whose tool is small 
it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all 

hang on, hang on 
to your IQ, to your ID 
hang on, hang on 

I'm lonely 
Oh. 






Песня издана на альбоме "Placebo".