I'll chase you round like a horse
And desire which you don't condone
And in a matter of due course
I will raise you up and squeeze tight your bones
And should you fall
It would have my eyes your jaw and nose
and all day run
swiftly and toned
I'll follow close your thoughts
Oh and keep that which you don't want known
Too racist to ignore
To rest our eyes to carry us from war
And should you fall
It would have my eyes your jaw and nose
and all day run
swiftly and toned
and all this done battle
in an unbu*toned stripe
your brain breaks the quiet
as you plead with the night
Course record's broken
It fell in the night
in the lustful life
and we're in the fight
and we're in the fight
and we're in the fight
and we're in the fight
we're in the fight