In a jungle of the senses Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper Love has no meaning, not where they come from But we know pleasure is not that simple Very little fruit is forbidden Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're strong But you know evil is an exact science Being carefully correctly wrong
Chorus Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Big Black Nemesis, parthenogenesis No one move a muscle as the dead come home
We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us We drink elixirs that we refine from the juices of the dying We are no monsters, we're moral people and yet we have the strength to do this This is the splendour of our achievement Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss
Chorus Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
How bad it gets, you can't imagine the burning wax, the breath of reptiles god is not mocked, he knows our business Karma could take us at any moment Cover him up.....I think we're finished You know it's never been so exotic but I don't know, my dreams are visions We could still end up with the great big fishes
Chorus Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody happy as the dead come home Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis No-one move a muscle as the dead come home