In the jungle of the senses

Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper

Love has no meaning not where they come from

But we know pleasure is not that simple

Very little fruit is forbidden

Sometimes we wobble sometimes we're strong

But you know evil is an exact science

Being carefully correctly wrong



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Priests and cannibals prehistoric animals

Everybody's happy as the dead come home

Big black nemesis parthenogenesis

No one move a muscle as the dead come home



We feel like Greeks we feel like Romans

Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us

We drink elixirs that we refine

>From the juices of the dying

We are not monsters we're moral people

And yet we have the strength to do this

This is the splendor of our achievment

Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss



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How bad it gets you can't imagine

The burning wax the breath of reptiles

God is not mocked he knows his buisness

Karma could take us at any moment

Cover him up I think we're finished

You know it's never been so exotic

But I don't know my dreams are visions

We could still end up with the great big fishes!



[chorus X3 to fade