She's got the soul, but her god needs to run Into the market where she bought The things in black, everybody's laughing 'Bout the clown in her head I start to dress me like the wise girl said
Some people whisper and some people talk too much I feel the time has come, I feel her job is done Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and says "Don't you want to fuck me? I am ready to play!"
I am the gear, she is obscene We are the oil of the shaking bed machine Another scream, wake up it's your dream That is what I mean
Here comes a strange kind of hero Known for more stories than you know Don't get me wrong, you tried the dark way Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day
She is a bee with a sting in her hand She left the wrong bag in my confusing land We fell into plans and we dropped into the force And now she spread her legs, she wants to ride me like a horse
And now it feels like before I know you asked for more Don't get me wrong Here's the door!