[Little girls, of about six or seven, were asked what do they like to do. And then sometime later the same question asked in a slightly different form
Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe. Berkertex bribe. Oh! Berkertex bribe
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why? Tell me why I'm being suck dry? Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine, As long as the balance is out, that'
Places of sickness nurse me cold, Attendant whiteness glare in dark, Straighten out the winding sheet Twisted round in poorest dreams. Shattered proofing
All I am I give to you You'll honor me, I'll honor you Rich or poor or come what may We'll forsake all other love Just we two, one flesh, one blood In
The true romance is the ideal repression, that you seek, That you dream of, that you look for in the streets, That you find in the magazines, the cinema
Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise
System, system, system. Death in life. System, system, system. The surgeons knife. System, system, system. Hacking at the cord. System, system, system
Anothers hope, anothers game, Anothers loss, anothers gain, Anothers lies, anothers truth, Anothers doubt, anothers proof. Anothers left, anothers right
What now? Now you would destroy the earth, Dry the river beds. What now? Now in your control, birth and death, Dry the bodies, incadescent in the heat
System, system, system - death in life System, system, system - the surgeons knife System, system, system - hacking at the cord System, system, system
Is there anyone prepared to tell me why? Tell me why I'm being sucked dry? Oh yes, that is yours and this is mine As long as the balance is out, that'
(chorus) What now? Now you would destroy the earth Dry, the river beds What now? Now in your control, birth and death Dry, the bodies, incandescent
I've got 54321 I've got a red pair of high-heels on Tumble me over, it doesn't take much Tumble me over, tumble me, push In my red high-heels I've no
The true romance is the ideal repression That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you find in the magazines, the cinema
Anothers hope, anothers game Anothers loss, anothers gain Anothers lies, anothers truth Anothers doubt, anothers proof Anothers left, anothers right Anothers
