Let's put a "laughter" into "slaughter" Turn those ambient red lights on We'll drink warm bourbon off your feet Take shots made of your sweat and soul
We'll chew your skin until you scream The name of your old-fashioned god A feast of undulating hips The ballroom madness has begun
Layers of buzzing, cries and pants Producing an exquisite drone The air is heavy with the scent Of pleasure, mead and pheromones
With eyes so wild and smile so wide Our hall of fame awaits your call You're such a perfect piece of game You'll leave no trace but pools of goreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
