Wichita Recordings 10th Anniversary Compilation [compilation] (2010) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

I used to hold the biggest balls
Deep inside my castle walls,
Spend my nights with concubine-
Wasted, unchaste, drunk on blood red wine.
Being the king was pretty cool,
I'd have to say that ruling ruled
And I'd be in throne still
Had I not one day fallen ill.

I spit and I coughed,
My vision went soft
And my chest got tight.
My court, they surrounded me,
They gagged and bounded me
And threw me out into the night.

Out in the mud I sadly sighed,
The waiting crowd laid and died.
There came a noise boisterous
From down in the cloisters
And I heard them call the cry;

"Draw up the drawbridge, draw down the blinds!
Everyone inside is getting high tonight!
Waiting for the plague to move on,
No one's getting sober till the liquor's all gone!"

The bra in the candelabra,
The panties on the paintings,
The Monks have tapped their finest cask,
And the Nuns are into fainting. They sing,

"I hold my breath, you hit my chest."

You stumble from the arms of the one
What made you, didn't you?
Fumble to the palms of the one
What pays you, didn't you?

You glug and you glug
Saltwater from sandcastle bucket
You glug and you glug
And the tide turns in your stomach, splash your shoes

You complain the tap water runs solid white
You dangle fishing line for crabs
But they're not interested
I'm your only bite

I watched your face move in a compact mirror, how the powder settles in
Premature crows feet, caused by worry
You say I circle you unwanted
Like a seagull swoops and feeds from bin

There are listed buildings
And woe betide your listed heart
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money
I'll take any scraps that you can give

Comewhat midnight, you commandeer a fishing boat
Decree to drift further than we could swim
Comewhat midnight, the neon signs have been unplugged and fade, you danced a jig down at the harbour
Create your own flash show with security lights

I remember being naked to my waist, though not in which direction
Oh, I'm a glutton for love, can you give me some romance? I'm a glutton for sin
We are but two atheists in lust
You know, we've gotta make our own love

There are listed buildings
And woe betide your listed heart
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money
I'll take any scraps that you can give

I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money
I'll take any scraps that you can give
I think I'd do it for love if it were not for the money
I'll take any scraps that you can give