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I am the sneaky secret.
I am the rotting fish.
I am the gravity certain
Temptation.
I am the pull of doing...
All of those naughty bits.
I am the center of this
Generation.
I am the fool, the folly,
I am the need to crush.
All the long bouts of boredom,
That make life up.
We need to see each other.
Without our lies and clothes.
And thats just how the story goes...
Yo ho ho!
Thar she blows!
Throw me in my bunk before the bus call squabby crows!
Yo ho he!
A pirates life for me!
Let's get back on the road cause it's the only place to be!
I am the needs you're fighting.
I have been pushed aside.
The demonology of
simple l******.
I am the oozing nuisance
Between your inner thighs
I am the screaming bones
Inside your closet.
Who the f*** are you kidding...
You want that cookie jar.
That's filled with thrills and
spills and wet hot visions...
I'll show you things you never,
Knew you can't live without.
Down on your knees now.
Devils out!
Chorus
You can't resist the calling.
You cannot fight yourself.
Though you can try and
tell yourself you're righteous.
You can replace the bible,
With one simple sentence,
"Don't f*** each other over."
It just makes sense.
You cannot rape the willing,
Believe me I have tried.
The only soul you can corrupt
is your own.
All this philosophy is,
Wasting way too much time.
So tell me what you have in mind.
When you've gone 12 days with no shower.
And your laundry has started to sour.
Yet the girls still offer their flowers.
All you really can do is laugh.
Cause you have to admit it strange.
Or these women are somehow deranged.
Maybe they've got a fetish for mange.
You do the math...
I am the sneaky secret.
I am the rotting fish.
I am the gravity certain
Temptation.
I am the pull of doing...
All of those naughty bits.
I am the center of this
Generation.
I am the fool, the folly,
I am the need to crush.
All the long bouts of boredom,
That make life up.
We need to see each other.
Without our lies and clothes.
And thats just how the story goes...
Yo ho ho!
Thar she blows!
Throw me in my bunk before the bus call squabby crows!
Yo ho he!
A pirates life for me!
Let's get back on the road cause it's the only place to be!
I am the needs you're fighting.
I have been pushed aside.
The demonology of
simple l******.
I am the oozing nuisance
Between your inner thighs
I am the screaming bones
Inside your closet.
Who the f*** are you kidding...
You want that cookie jar.
That's filled with thrills and
spills and wet hot visions...
I'll show you things you never,
Knew you can't live without.
Down on your knees now.
Devils out!
Chorus
You can't resist the calling.
You cannot fight yourself.
Though you can try and
tell yourself you're righteous.
You can replace the bible,
With one simple sentence,
"Don't f*** each other over."
It just makes sense.
You cannot rape the willing,
Believe me I have tried.
The only soul you can corrupt
is your own.
All this philosophy is,
Wasting way too much time.
So tell me what you have in mind.
When you've gone 12 days with no shower.
And your laundry has started to sour.
Yet the girls still offer their flowers.
All you really can do is laugh.
Cause you have to admit it strange.
Or these women are somehow deranged.
Maybe they've got a fetish for mange.
You do the math...