Текст песни Mr. Bungle - Vanity Fair
Mr. Bungle - Vanity Fair слова песни
You`re not humanYou`re a miracleA preacher with an animal`s face In your sexyNeon smokescreenLie the supersalesmen of vanity Even your shadow worships youIn your jungle solitude With the orgies of the sacramentAnd the seal of flagellants God saves those who save their skinFrom the bondage that we`re in I`m elatedI could cut youAnd remove the sheath of your ignorance Bless the eunuchAnd the SkoptsiWill you hurt me now and make a million? Say cheese, babyWe all love youBut it`s a cheap world and you don`t exist... Slit the fabric of the right nowSpread your legs and wear the crown Tell me how long, lord, how long?Till I get my beauty sleep? Now the hourglass is emptyThe moment of my de-sexing Cut itCut itCut this cancer from my soul Now that I`ve made it... I`m finally naked...