Kjetil Nernes - The Grip of The Family, A Cinch lyrics

It showers gold, no holes barred Open your filthy mouth The mouthpart pout , an outward quest The honey seep to the ground Come, do not talk of her, she's infernal Odious in apt apparel Virginity's thief speak of pleasure lead to pain Sorrow's named his friend Oh, I love the Captain speaking of love And all the pictures in the books And let Atë's golden showers rain over me To cover the tears in my eyes Let the speculum dilate a gaping virginity Holy virginity And boot vascular blood to bathe the brute Danaë Let the holy nectars down the piss-hole Open the sick mouth Oh, I love the Captain speaking of love And all the pictures in the books In warm wind I meet the naked self, the lake as beautiful as ever The instigator eye his paradise, goaded on by erotic puissance It's gorgeous, it's a mischievous force, she's all vagina, spread open Turned on to turn on, the animal erect He enters the water to never reemerge