Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bata Motel, artist - Crass. Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Song language: English
Bata Motel |
| I’ve got 54 321 |
| I’ve got a red pair of high-heels on |
| Tumble me over, it doesn’t take much |
| Tumble me over, tumble me, push |
| In my red high-heels I’ve no control |
| The rituals of repression are so old |
| You can do what you like, there’ll be no reprisal |
| I’m yours, yes I’m yours, it’s my means of survival |
| I’ve got 54 321 |
| Come on my love, I know you’re strong |
| Push me hard, make me stagger |
| The pain in my back just doesn’t matter |
| You force-hold me above the ground |
| I can’t get away, my feet are bound |
| So I’m bound to say |
| That I’m bound to stay |
| Well today I look so good |
| Just like I know I should |
| My breasts to tempt inside my bra |
| My face is painted like a movie star |
| I’ve studied my flaws in your reflection |
| And put them to rights with savage correction |
| I’ve turned my statuesque perfection |
| And shone it over in your direction |
| So come on darling, make me yours |
| Trip me over, show me the floor |
| Tease me, tease me, make me stay |
| In my red high-heels I can’t get away |
| I’m trussed and bound like an oven ready bird |
| But I bleed without dying and won’t say a word |
| Slice my flesh and I’ll ride the scar |
| Put me into gear like your lady car |
| Drive me fast and crash me crazy |
| I’ll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy |
| These wounds leave furrows as they heal |
| I’ve travelled them, they’re red and real |
| I know them well, they’re part of me |
| My birth, my sex, my history |
| They grew with me, my closest friend |
| My pain’s my own, my pain’s my end |
| Clip my wings so you know where I am |
| I can’t get lost while you’re my man |
| Tame me so I know your call |
| I’ve stabbed my heels so I am tall |
| I’ve bound my twisted falling fall |
| Beautiful mute against the wall |
| Beautifully mutilated as I fall |
| Use me don’t lose me |
| I’ve got 54 321 |
| I’ve got a red pair of high-heels on |
| Strap my ankles, break my heels |
| Make me kneel, make me feel |
| Turn, turn, turn, like a clockwork doll |
| Put in your key and give me a whirl |
| Tease me, tease me, the reason to play |
| In my red high-heels I can’t get away |
| I’ll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai |
| Your black-eye bonsai, erotically rotting |
| Will my tiny feet fit your desire? |
| Warped and tied I walk on fire |
| Burn me out, twist my wrists |
| I promise not to shout, beat me with your fists |
| Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel |
| In my red high-heels I’m an easy kill |
| Tease me, tease me, make me see |
| You’re the only one, I need to be me |
| Thank you, will you take me? |
| Thank you, will you make me? |
| Thank you, will you break me? |
| Use me don’t lose me |
| Taste me, don’t waste me |
| Use, lose, taste, waste |