Can I take you on the train? Can we be the only ones? I don't need to stuff you down a throat. I don't wanna splice our love like some cookie-cutter motherfucker.
There's gold-plated tonsils in a windmill. They can tilt it for all I care. I just wanna lick your greasy fingerprints.
Can we feel some passion? Can it be uncompromised? I don't need to turn you into stone. I don't wanna be a Gnasty Gnasty Gnorc.
There's gold-plated tonsils in a windmill. They can tilt it for all I care. I just wanna lick your greasy fingers. If you bled like a paint brush, I think I'd strum like I gave a shit. We'd be just like Mr Balter, dancing around those ugly windmills.
There's gold-plated tonsils in a windmill. They can tilt it for all I care. I just wanna lick your greasy fingers, wanna suck your greasy fingerprints.