The Fan And The Bellows - The Chameleons

A Becher’s Brook is love

A hurdle at which greater men have fallen

She manipulates

Steals my mind and hides it in the garden

But now, only love can bring me down

Somehow, somehow love must bring me down

I’ve become the fan and the bellows

The cupid masturbates

Absent of all thought and of all reason

He shoots me in the back

I think perhaps it must be shooting season

But now, only love can bring me down

Somehow, somehow love must bring me down

I’ve become the fan and the bellows

Not me, not me

But now, only love can bring me down

I’ve become the fan and the bellows

Somehow love must bring me down

I’ve become the fan and the bellows (bellows, bellows…)