I’ve been kind to the most dames
I believed that all things should simmer in sweet love
On my neck to the front stage, and I
Wandered round with a new babe
With bus rides and secret tales to all those promising bands
Rounds around the milky way
With more than twenty bottles in one day
Of course she’s gonna stay
She gonna stay and will get laid
I’m the perfect generator
But this love is so big
My search for the holy grail ended in the river district
I call you biscuit, funny mistress
Endless sets by the open window
Countless kisses on the skin that glows
A painting on the wall
Yeah you got it all
How much more do you need to know about the meaning of love
I’m the perfect generator
Who fills your bones with lust
The well respective entertainer
The stranger you can trust
Your arms, they shake, what’s wrong with your hand
Your nerves, they burn, I just don’t understand
Why you’re so goddamn worried about the ghosts in your head
Listen to the sound of my voice, and relax

Be me for a while and smile
I’m the perfect generator
Who fills your bones with lust
The well respective entertainer
The stranger you can trust
I’m the perfect generator
Your priest, your sword, your defibrillator
Healing you, peeling you
Just the perfect generator….God