| I’ve tried to understand the ways of men they taught me
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| They’ve lost their values as we define a wealth
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| Semen and blood is all I’ve got, investments of a future
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| I’m searching for a new gold, yes I’m searching for a new gold
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| A voice is calling
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| Move closer to you — yeah
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| Virile young men run down the street in havoc singing
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| «I wish to build, I penetrate, I penetrate»
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| Restricted sexuality gives birth to worlds of terror
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| And all the time I’m trying to piece new schemes together — help me
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| Architects erect erections, monoliths are raised
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| I love the swollen mound, I love the swollen mound
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| All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
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| All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
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| And night and day run round in circles following sex instinct
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| Push it between her legs and stretch the lips, mother relieve me
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| Bodies entwined in human tangle at the point of climax
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| Shoot forth the new gold and at last reason makes perfect sense
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| A voice is calling
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| Move closer to you — yeah
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| I’m shooting, shooting forth
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| I’m shooting forth the new gold now — ha! |