Lyrics The Perverted Dance (Cut The Balls) - Klemen Slakonja

The Perverted Dance (Cut The Balls)

I am a philosopher, I like to provoke,
we live in perverted times,
so let me tell you a perverted joke!
A famous, dirty, horrible joke,
taking place in 15th century Russia.
A farmer and his wife walk along a dusty country road.
A Mongol warrior on a horse stops and says
«I'm gonna rape your wife and you should hold my testicles,
while I rape your wife, so that they will not get dusty.»
When he raped his wife, the Mongol warrior went away,
the farmer started to laugh and jump with joy, his wife said
«Hey, how can you be happy?!
I was just brutally raped!
And he says: «But I got him.
His balls are full of dust.»
Well, in reality we only dirty with dust the balls of those in power.
And now comes the dirty conclusion — the point is to cut them off!
Now let me warn you — this isn’t Macarena, not Chicken dance,
not Aserejé, not Gangnam style and so on and so on.
We stand no chance, there’s no time for romance,
it’s time to dance The Perverted Dance™!
Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls
and our faces won’t be sour!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls.
Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
we can train with cauliflower!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls.
Oh, my god, why am i doing this?!
Singing, dancing?!
I feel like that disgusting guy from Canada, Justin Bieber…
So, the problem with capitalism is that it’s in the crisis from its very
beginning.
From somewhere, I would say, late 18th century, there are prophets who claim
capitalism is nearing its end.
It’s like that stupid bird Fenix, the more you, you know, it returns.
I got hungry, let’s grab something to eat!
What?!
No meat?!
Only for vegeterians?!
Degenerates, degenaretes, they’ll all soon turn into monkeys.
I dont say let’s do nothing,
I say sometimes doing nothing is the most violent thing to do.
So cut the balls, just cut the balls!
And racism is also a problem,
so be like Kung Fu Panda — be white, black, asian
and cut the balls, just cut the balls!
They call me The Borat of Philosophy,
The Marx Brother and The Elvis of cultural theory.
Cut the crap and cut the balls, just cut the balls!
Hey, I am Slavoj Žižek!
No, I am Slavoj Žižek!
No, I am Slavoj Žižek,
Fuck that, whatever, let’s all be Slavoj Žižek!
Grab and pull the imaginary balls from the sky,
cut through the air and say bye, bye, bye.
Let’s join together, let’s fall in trance,
let’s dance The Perverted Dance™!
Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls.
and then take the bloody shower!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls!
Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
let them face the final hour!
just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls!
Cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls,
the balls of those in power!
We need to cut the balls,
we need to cut the balls!
Just cut the balls,
make them become Niagara falls!
This stupid repetative mechanic music!
Stop it!
Thank you, thank you very much!
The problem is maybe not the big act «Cut the balls»,
but you make small changes and all of a sudden, balls are no longer there.
Those in power look down and say «Oh, where are my balls?»
and suddenly their voices get higher and so on and so on and so on.
I stand by my joke.
The structure of the joke is that this so called
progressive intelectual,
in order to score his small narcicistic point, oh, I dusted the balls,
totally ignores the suffering there and that’s the whole point of the joke.
So cut the balls, we need to cut the balls!