Latin Quarter - Close This Acount lyrics

Bewildered children and stunned Vietnamese Cold prints in Hamburg; can you tell me how much are these? The bookshop grilled up its flesh Racked up the s** And dragged my gaze in through the mesh Contortions widened my eyes But those mouths Spoke only stifled cries They told me all I need to know It came right to me, blow by blow 'Love for sale' they said Of any kind for an agreed amount But love has failed and can we please Can we please close this account There's twisted leather and a women on her knees Like a zoo in Amsterdam; tell me, what is the cost of these? The video scummed into light The tape scraped their heads And humped the bodies into sight Adrenalin rang in my veins But desire Was the least those eyes contained I was persuaded and, sated, I felt degraded And very far from liberated