THE BLOB

Can't get enough, I can't get enough I'm a glutton for your punishment You go all out, I keep coming back I keep coming back for more Standing on an open flame just to talk about the feeling And, baby, I'll pray for rain while I'm under a glass ceiling I'm not addicted to the pain, I'm addicted to the healing I'm not addicted to the pain, I'm addicted to the healing So 'round, and 'round, and 'round it goes Can't get enough, I can't get enough I'm a glutton for your punishment You go all out, I keep coming back I keep coming back for more I'm an insect, little pest in the drain pipe Go and knock me dead with a wrench, but I scrape by Wipe the bloodstains on trains and I take five Take a breath and come down from the high Little rush of blood to the head, fright night Feeling got my mind twisted, blindside Hit and my face bruised red Think I wanna go and do it all over again (Cause I) can't get enough, I can't get enough I'm a glutton for your punishment You go on like I keep coming back I keep coming back for more Little rush of blood to the head, fright night Feeling got my mind twisted, blindside Hit and my face bruised red Think I wanna go and do it all over again Little rush of blood to the head, fright night Feeling got my mind twisted, blindside Hit and my face bruised red Think I wanna go and do it all over again Little rush of blood to the head, fright night Feeling got my mind twisted, blindside Hit and my face bruised red Think I wanna go and do it all over again