Prophet Lyrics - Solidarity Breaks - Bernhoft

She feels me up then she kicks me down 

Chews her gum while humming a song 

Has me for dinner in her dressing gown 

Stark naked underneath I am 

Feebly struggling and played along 

I should get out but her hips are strong 

I try to peek out of my blindfold 

Cuffed, gagged and cheaply sold 

But I know something that she'll pay to keep 

A secret, we let ourselves back in the game 

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style 

We can provide no rest for the weary eye 

It's far too late to apologize 

And if you care to dance, not a chance 

Stand in line 

Wait up for miss Swedish Pie 

Will I join her foul pigsty 

of broken men trying to prophesy 

her next move? While we can't move; 

Stand in line 

How many men have you done this to? 

I suspect that we are quite a few 

Sweet-talk us and bump us around 

Bury us under miles of mound 

But I know something that you'll pay to keep 

A secret, but I can't get any leverage 

And so the dance goes on in a dirty style 

We can provide no rest for the weary eye 

It's far too late to apologize 

And if you care to dance, not a chance 

Stand in line 

Wait up for miss Swedish Pie 

Will I join her foul pigsty 

of broken men trying to prophesy 

her next move? While we can't move; 

Stand in line