We hanker for the thrill of her body's
Everlasting moan, that's his right
Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done
Money-logic rules every day
We have to be careful
Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over
Three hundred brothers, all of her party's [?]
Devilistic moan, repeat her [?]
The holy man faces the master
The runners will be here soon
I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself
It may take a few days
Little rings on the table
Are you outta your mind?
The little bastard scares me
Intolerable way I'm faking war
No tactics at all
I like to seize power
I'm touching your jewels
Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done
I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself
Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over
