Put your clammy palms in the air to dance it is the hour Yet another body to devour glorious sexual uproar
Just like a roman senator With a mouthful of grapes Shake your floggid body For a hundred and twenty days
Our bodies are clutching Far from the ecstasy of kissing The scrambling for Narcissus' spoils You call desire
Modern idiot, Useful idiot Selling man out on the market Pleading plead freedom Dirty freedom to defile scattered doubt of majority rule
(Your) automatic shield will not protect you Now you can feel how much I desire you
Now the worms can feed
And now it's fools' time You've got to know And now it's fools' time, fools' time Our bodies are rawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
