We hanker for the thrill of her body's Everlasting moan, that's his right Such terrible trying times Forgive us for all we've done Money-logic rules every day We have to be careful Someone out there taking her wrap off The party's over Three hundred brothers, all of her party's Devilistic moan, repeat her The holy man faces the master The runners will be here soon I don't wanna talk to her I was going to kill myself It may take a few days Little rings on the table Are you outta your mind? The little bastard scares me Intolerable way I'm faking war No tactics at all I like to seize power I'm touching your jewels Such terrible trying times Forgive us for all we've done I don't wanna talk to her I was going to kill myself Someone out there taking her wrap off The party's over