Lyrics Fresh New Eyes - Brainiac

Fresh New Eyes

There’s a plastic man in a sports car
And he knows that he knows it all
His plastic features are smiling
As he scrapes them against a wall
There’s a cover girl on a stake-out
As a worm on a hook she’s bait
In the trunk of a Plymouth in Memphis
She thinks she’s made a mistake
Go on and give me some fresh new eyes
Dress my tongue in a new disguise
Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it
There’s a sandman on the embankment
And his face has washed away
He’s a prisoner by design
He thinks he’s made a mistake
Go on and give me some fresh new eyes
Dress my tongue in a new disguise
Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it
Go on and give me some fresh new eyes
Dress my tongue in a new disguise
Go on and give me a sexy mouth to taste it
To taste it
To taste it