Quasimodo lyrics
Finally it's over, a hard week of work He's coming home, the telephone
rings It's his best friend, it's time for a party So let's move and have
some fun What an orgy, music is good Alcohol is fleeding, half-dead
neighbours Chaos - sex Booze - women But all this girls are killing
hisprick Blonde, brown, red: "We don't want your dick!" Slowly his body
is starting to change A hump on his back, his face is deformed Panic on
the party, he's chasing the girls Years of abstinence... Too much for a
man! He's howling out: "All I want is sex!" All he wants is pussy, is
that to much? Running aimless through the streets Up the steeple crying
loud: "No cunt - no tits No screw - no love!" No girls want him, is
this life? Breakneck leap, flying free!
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