Forward, Russia!

Seventeen
Lecher! Apologise, be sorryApologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecherSlow is the nightThat wipes the tears from your eyesLecher! Apologise, be sorryJurassic Park your husk in the burningBed of mess you laidBleeding conscience knowsLecher! Apologise, be sorryApologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecherLecher! Apologise, be sorryApologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecherBleeding conscience left you slowLie to the trackerLie to the trackerLie to the tracker, let him knowThat your heart's on fireYour eyeball's inflamedAnd you arm's incineratedLie to the trackerLie to the trackerLie to the tracker, let him knowLetras de cancionesThat your mouth's excitedYour body's entwinedAnd your tongue's incarceratedLie to the trackerLie to the trackerLie to the tracker, let him knowThat your heart's on fireYour body's entwinedAnd your ???Lie to the trackerLie to the trackerLie to the tracker, let him knowI sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burnsWondering just what you looked like so long agoI sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burnsBegging with you, pleading you to knowLecher! Apologise, be sorryApologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecherLecher! Do not deny your body the right to choose all its form and corneal functionBleeding closer helped you know. From Letras Mania