Swear never to be gentle To always be unkind For love is hard to handle For love will rob you blind The burden of saintliness The temptation to kneel The mute fear of being caught In vapours of sin
We who sing of the void We who burn with love So strangely plaintive So strangely complete In a few drunken hours In a few hasty words From our watering mouths Lose all we came here for