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Welcome to the club my friend I’m glad that we could meet

I’ll conjure up a cocktail while you grab yourself a seat

I come here to be entertained by all the pretty toys

Fine liquor and good music all the things a man enjoys

N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission

No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune

You see the lady with that man looking the other way

Although I’ve never seen her face we’re going to meet today

In a minute she’ll approach me and leave him standing there

She won’t know why she did it and she won’t even care

N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission

No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune

“Bonjour Monsieur Charisma I just had to say hello

I hope I’m not intruding you’re not someone that I know

I’ve never met a total stranger quite this fast before

Although you’re very quiet you’re not easy to ignore.”

N.V.C. Transmission will seduce into submission

No need to pay the piper if you learn to play the tune

I see you’re more than curious about my little trick

You think “How does he do it, what makes this guy so slick?

He doesn’t introduce himself and never does he speak

But the ladies keep approaching.  He must be some kind of freak.”

Sensor six is keeping me alive

Sensor six is keeping me alive

The power of image transfer overdrives the other five

Sensor six is keeping me alive

My second state perception is a handy little tool

For gripping on the poser girls that take me for a fool

If the psychic images get scrambled in my brain

I drink into oblivion to try and kill the pain

Psychical thermometers emotional barometers

Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon

Sensor six is keeping me alive

Sensor six is keeping me alive

The power of image transfer overdrives the other five

Sensor six is keeping me alive

I’ve suffered with the psychic mind link ever since my youth

I’ve known the pain of tortured souls and felt their awful truth

I’ve seen the biggest picture any man has ever seen

I’ve been the greatest healer any man has ever been

Psychical thermometers, emotional barometers

Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon

Sensor six is keeping me alive

Sensor six is keeping me alive

The power of image transfer overdrives the other five

Sensor six is keeping me alive

Your mind is locked on light speed burning mental ticker tape

You’re missing all the action of the social city-scape

Here try this hydroponic it should help to slow you down

You have to be symphonic for your night out on the town

Psychical thermometers emotional barometers

Emanations indicate the state of the cocoon

Sensor six is keeping me alive

Sensor six is keeping me alive

The power of image transfer overdrives the other five

Sensor six is keeping me alive