I don't know, no I don't know what I should do The allen keys in front of you No, I'm not sure, no I'm not sure what I should say To twist the knife or turn the other way? It goes to show what makes you love will make You weep the moral is to turn the other screw You slipped beneath, slipstream Oh my, my, you turn the other cheek and turns my stomach What makes you love, Won't make you love, but makes you love is up above right But in the city and in self-pity, The doves are lower than the satellites Stop me at the junction where I said I'd Break the drum but I've been sold, I'm sold Tell me to resist, Oh slap me harder I ball my fist but I've been sold, I'm sold Greyer than the commentary though the cameras rolling If only I could turn the hands of Time, but I'm feigning this straining It's not a safer skate it's a Stakeout, get your hands out of the cookie jar I'm not sure where we are, but I want you to here in the centre Stop me at the junction where I said I'd Break the drum but I've been sold, I'm sold Tell me to resist, Oh slap me harder I ball my fist but I've been sold, I'm sold Drag me out of the water, throw me a lamb to slaughter Tell our sons and daughters I've been sold What makes you love won't make you love won't make you What makes you love won't make you love won't make you What makes you love won't make you love might break you What makes you love won't make you love won't make you