Lyric Women

don t say you love me, life isn t fair and I don t care
so don t be stupid
who builds the missiles? who trains the gods?
I am the rod in desperate women
we can ask for nothing more
faceless sailors on the shore

I ll be the sole survivor, unlock your doors and let me in
I ll be the sole survivor, I ll bend you down and stick it in
I ll wear the apron, I ll play the part of modern art
Leo da Vinci

why try and save her? she lives in every song
she s like a gong, you ve got to bang her
we can ask for nothing more
chocolate legs and velvet horns