It slips back to bad old ways the plague is coming home
the concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song
the blood is pumping in our heads
we're foaming at the mouth
like greedy dogs we're waiting for you to set us free
won't you come
the concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song
the blood is pumping in our heads
we're foaming at the mouth
like greedy dogs we're waiting for you to set us free
won't you come