Garbage

[Intro - 1950's Dragnet (skit)]
Friday: It was Tuesday, March 25th. It was cold in Los Angeles. We were working the night-watch at a homicide. Detectives in Los Angeles work in pairs. My partner is Ben Romero. He's a sergeant, so am I. My name's Friday

[Verse 1]
I won’t ever know, why stars won’t gleam
I won’t ever show, the way to me
I don’t need to go, we’re far too deep
Got caught up on a stone, I skip full speed

I won’t ever know, why stars won’t gleam
I won’t ever show, the way to me
I don’t need to go, we’re far too deep
Caught up on a stone, I skip full speed

[Chorus]
Oooh, pleasure
Pressure
Pleasure
Oooh, pleasure

[Verse 2]
I won’t ever know, why stars won’t gleam
I won’t ever show, the way to me
I don’t need to go, we’re far too deep
Got caught up on a stone, I skip full speed

I won’t ever know, why stars won’t gleam
I won’t ever show, the way to me
I don’t need to go, we’re far too deep
Caught up on a stone, I skip full speed

[Chorus]
Oooh, pleasure
Pressure
Pleasure
Oooh, pleasure

[Outro - 1950's Dragnet (skit) *continued*]
Friday: Wait a minute Emerson. Weren't there any people around by that time?
Emerson: I, uh, quite a few of them ran out after the shots
Friday: You mean nobody would help you to the car?
Emerson: That's right
Friday: Hmm... Did you get a good look at any of the gunman?
Emerson: Well, one of them was tall.... There was something funny about his nose. That's all I saw, it's too dark out there. Williams was closer, I think he got a good look
Ben Romero: The other officer "Williams"
Friday: Mmhm, pretty bad shape
Emerson: Is he breathing?
Friday: He's still alive Emerson, I don't know how much time he's got
Emerson: Ambulance?
Friday: On the way