The jewel, the prize

Looking into your eyes

Cool pools drown your mind

What else will you find



I heard a rumour -- it was just a rumour

I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her

Myriad lights -- they said I'd be impressed

Arabian Knights -- at your primitive best



A tourist oasis -- reflects in seedy sunshades

A monstrous oil tanker

Its wound bleeding in seas



I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her

I heard a rumour -- what have you done to her



Veiled behind screens

Kept as your baby machine

Whilst you conquer more orifices

Of boys, goats and things

Ripped out sheeps' eyes -- no forks or knives



Myriad lights -- they said I'd be impressed

Arabian Knights -- at your primitive best