The businessman puts a shaky hand
Through a space beneath the wall.
Where a lonely queen is a sex machine,
Just to answer natures call.
The first mans wife holds a kitchen knife,
But she can't stand the site of blood.
So she takes her pills
And he's always ill
And they both dream of super studs.
Getting off on guilty minds
Turning on to what's not aloud
Nothing real or nothing kind
Tell me how you'll ever feel proud.
All your life you've lived a lie
All closed up the way you existed
Now your running out of time
All you ever feel is bitter and twisted.