Lyrics Honeymoon Croon - Bauhaus

Honeymoon Croon

Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
Say whose on the tiles tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle
Marylin’s on.
Send her by air mail, PARAVION
Certificate of X-tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed
Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my socks tonight, tonight
The stranger arrives,
The gun still warm
20 years to old
Used to form
Turns out to be an old trick,
From her senior service, Senior service
She insists on tying down
After the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland
He asked to see her hidden side
She, the colour of his money… colour of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon
Marylin’s fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk is in a state
The sound of footsteps — mummy’s here
I’ll be her good boy, I’ll never fear
Better fix her drink tonight,
Bed time comes
Must blot out this use my gun
Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my sock tonight
I say, whose on the tiles tonight?
I say, Honeymoon