The Concubines Of Debauchery / Epiphany (исполнитель: Emil Bulls)
It slips back to bad old ways the plague [bad word] home The concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song The blood ist pumping in our heads We´re foaming at the mouth Like greedy dogs we´re wainting for you to set us free Epiphany Won´t [bad word] .. Just a little bit closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self, closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self. It's feeding Time give us all the things we lust for still our greed with all you got and then give us some more we're at the gates now open sesame we can't get enough oh won't [bad word] [bad word] Just a little bit closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self, closer, save us, guide us, keep us warm, just protect us from our inner self. It slips back to bad old ways, the plague [bad word] home the concubines of debauchery sing their slinky song. the blood is pumping in our heads we're foaming at the mouth like greedy dogs we're waiting for you to set us free epiphany. Devil may care abstemiousness go [bad word] you hedonism is the most faithful friend#on our dissolute [bad word] we gang together like bees round the honeypot give us your blood oh won't [bad word] [bad word] give us booze, give us birds, give us gold and invory gluttony [bad word] on oprn sesame, now open sesame we need supplies to averindulge. [bad word]