In the of the senses Tinker Bell and The Ripper Love has no meaning not where they come But we know pleasure is not simple
little, fruit is forbidden Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we're But you know evil is an science Being carefully, correctly,
and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody's happy as the dead home Big black nemesis, No one move a muscle as the dead come
We feel like Greeks we feel Romans Centaurs and monkeys cluster round us We drink elixirs we refine From the of the dying
We are not monsters, we're moral And yet we have the to do this is the splendor of our achievement Call in the air strike with a poison
Priests and cannibals, animals Everybody's happy as the dead come Big black nemesis, No one move a as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric Everybody's as the dead come home Big nemesis, parthenogenesis No one a muscle as the dead come home
How bad it gets, you imagine The wax, the breath of reptiles God is not mocked, He His business Karma could take us at any
Cover Him up, I we're finished You know never been so exotic But I don't know, my are visions We could still end up the great big fishes
Priests and cannibals, animals Everybody's happy as the dead home Big nemesis, parthenogenesis No one move a as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric Everybody's happy as the come home Big nemesis, parthenogenesis No one move a muscle as the come home
and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody's as the dead come home Big black nemesis, No one move a muscle as the dead home
and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody's