Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher
Slow is the night That wipes the tears from your eyes
Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Jurassic Park your husk in the burning Bed of mess you laid Bleeding conscience knows
Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher Bleeding conscience left you slow
Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your eyeball's inflamed And you arm's incinerated Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your mouth's excited Your body's entwined And your tongue's incarcerated Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your body's entwined And your ??? Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know
I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Wondering just what you looked like so long ago I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Begging with you, pleading you to know
Lecher! Apologise, be sorry Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher
Lecher! Do not deny your body the right to choose all its form and corneal function Bleeding closer helped you know
Compositores: Kathryn Rose Nicholls, Thomas Dominic Woodhead, Robert Francis Canning, Samuel Nicholls (Whiskas) ECAD: Obra #1918604