We hanker for the thrill of her body's
Everlasting[?] moan[?], that's his right

Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done

Money-logic rules every day
We have to be careful

Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over
Three hundred brothers, all of her party's [?]
Devilistic[?] moan[?], repeat her [?]

The holy man faces the master
The runners will be herе soon

I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself

It may take a fеw days
Little rings on the table

Are you outta your mind?
The little bastard scares me
Intolerable way I'm faking war
No tactics at all

I like to seize power
I'm touching your jewels

Such terrible trying times
Forgive us for all we've done

I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself

Someone out there taking her wrap off
The party's over