XTC - Pulsing pulsing lyrics

XTC - Pulsing pulsing lyrics



Pulsing pulsing by XTC


Pulsing pulsing,
There's a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
I'm pulsing.
You're pulsing.
Who's pulsing? .
What's pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
There's a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
I've been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.

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