歌词
Who are you to judge, you arrogant, clueless fool?
We know in our hearts you lie
And we won't accept your rules
Everything is sex
Trust instinct for the truth
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
♪
We do not need facts
You cannot tell us truths
Seething onanistic torment
The trusting force of youth
Everything is sex
Trust instinct for the truth
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
♪
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
♪
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world