Don't Get Me Wrong - And One

She’s got the soul, but her gut needs to run

To have the marking washed about the things and like

Everybody’s laughing 'bout the clown in her head

I start to dress me like the wise girls said

Some people whisper and some people talk too much

I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done

Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say:

«Don't you want to fuck me?

I am ready to play!»

I am the gear, she is obscene

We are the oil of the shaking bed machine

Another scream, wake up — it’s your dream

That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero

Non-formal stories that you know

Don’t get me wrong, you’ll try the dark way

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not your last day

She is a bee with a sting in her hand

She loves a run back in my gone freezing land

We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force

And now she spreads her legs «You wanna ride me like a horse?»

I am the gear, she is obscene

We are the oil of the shaking bed machine

Another scream, wake up — it’s your dream

That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero

Non-formal stories that you know

Don’t get me wrong, you’ll try the dark way

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not your last day

And now it feels like before

I know you ask for more

Don’t get me wrong, here’s the law