Songtext zu 'If It Weren't For Pickpockets, I'd Have No Sexlife At All' von Secret Lives Of The Freemasons

The sound of sex pours out of our mouths onto the bar
Can I take you home, can I eat you up, can I spit you out?
Well we are young and dumb and full of love at least for tonight
You can wash yourself try to bathe it off but you're still a whore
Mom and dad would be so proud of what you have become
Do you kiss them both with that filthy mouth under bloodshot eyes?
So I think it is time for you to sit back and just,
Just take a break from what you've become

I hate this so much
I hate the bar fly by my side
Go find your hook up
The one that will take you away from
From us, from here, from my circle of friends
No hope, just fear

It must be something to see you the morning after
That you sold yourself, that you lived it up, that you lived it up
And I sit back and wonder what it must be like
To self yourself so short, so short

I hate this so much
I hate the bar fly by my side
Go find your hook up
The one that will take you away from
From us, from here, from my circle of friends
No hope, just fear

Why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you
Take a break, just take it from here
I know, I know, I know, I know
Just take a break, just take it from this

Why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you
Take a break, just take it from here
I know, I know
Take a break

Safe your sex for someone else
Your sex is so filthy
Your sex is so filthy
Your sex, your sex goes oh...

Your breath is poison on my neck
death on two legs
you're death on two legs [x3]
you're death on two legs (her sex is) [x4]
(her sex is) you're death on two legs [x3]
(her sex is) you're death on two