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