She's got the soul, but her gut needs to run To have the marking washed about the things and like Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head I start to dress me like the wise girls said Some people whisper and some people talk too much I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say: "Don't you want to f** me? I am ready to play!" I am the gear, she is obscene We are the oil of the shaking bed machine Another scream, wake up - it's your dream That is what I mean Here comes a strange kind of hero Non-formal stories that you know Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day She is a bee with a sting in her hand She loves a run back in my gone freezing land We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force And now she spreads her legs "You wanna ride me like a horse?" I am the gear, she is obscene We are the oil of the shaking bed machine Another scream, wake up - it's your dream That is what I mean Here comes a strange kind of hero Non-formal stories that you know Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day And now it feels like before I know you ask for more Don't get me wrong, here's the law