歌词
Rico's living high on money from the devil's work
Burn marks on the wall and his clothes smell of petrol and sweat
Petrol and sweat
Rico's asking why do all my nerves and muscles jerk
Take the panties from your eyes, the Jaded have 'em, got you yet?
Ain't he got you yet?
With the righteous zeal of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse of a revelation rider
I grip an alt twist with my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
Free you of dangerous desire
Billy's dropping by with messages from Narkomol
They have thrown away his wings but
He's still being pushed out of planes
Pushed out of planes
Billy's asking why does all the herd still lick dogs?
Drop the science fiction talk, no remedy for your pains
Your pains
With the righteous zeal of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse of a revelation rider
I grip an alt twist with my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
Free you of dangerous desire
Sergi's staying dry in the humid gloom of Pan Town
Dance among the silks though the cloth hangs like six feet ounce
Six feet ounce
Sergi's asking why all the haggis must be batten down
Rubber on your heels is not the only way to bounce
B-b-b-b-b-b-bounce
With the righteous zeal of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse of a revelation rider
I grip an alt twist with my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
A grip, a twist, a puritan fist
