The Three Shadows (part Iii) Lyrics - Bauhaus

Oh classic gentlemen 

Say your prayers 

To the wind, of prostitution 

To your faces, and Rex complexes 

Riddle my breast 

Full of the oppressed puss 

Oh gentlemen, with your fish 

The you surround, all around 

And you man, will always point 

Your fishes, at me 

But I will always exist 

Because I always exist 

Damn good too 

The rat race begins 

The fat face stings 

I hold the fresh pink baby 

With a smile 

I slice off those rosy cheeks 

Because I feel so thirsty