Placebo - Hang On To Your IQ (Live at MCM Cafe 2001)

Placebo perform 'Hang On To Your IQ' live at MCM Cafe, Paris on February 22nd 2001.

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The band has released 7 studio albums to date, including:
Placebo - 1996
Without You I’m Nothing - 1998
Black Market Music - 2000
Sleeping with Ghosts - 2003
Meds - 2006
Battle For The Sun - 2009
Loud Like Love - 2013
Placebo have released over 30 singles, including tracks Nancy Boy, Pure Morning, Every You Every Me, Taste In Men, Without You I’m Nothing ft David Bowie, Slave To The Wage, Special K, The Bitter End, Meds, For What It’s Worth, The Never-Ending Why, Too Many Friends, Loud Like Love and many more.

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Hang On To Your IQ lyrics:

Chinese masseuse, comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush, in her pocket
Two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely

Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely

Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all

Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on to your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely
I'm lonely