The notion of a pile of cans
While licking, spittle innocence
Don't deluck, your kiss returns
Sleep back onto what you want
Imitate these soldier's eyes
Who dares when to TV life
A people's talk in mysteries
Some fattened yellow infancy
A holiday but not that kind
(What you want, what you want)
(What you want, what you want)
I'm speaking of the Django
(One you want, one you want)
(What you want, what you want)
Look and you'll find your one
Look and you'll find, find
(What you want, what you want)
And now I'm fair with a line
Thinking of, at least a ride
A good deal, my state of mind
Bizarely, there's no one licking you
To a status, that I must choose
(What you want, what you want)
(What you want, what you want)
I'm speaking of the one you want
(One you want, one you want)
(What you want, what you want)
Deep in my work I can live
There in the night, of my ribs
Deep in the soul, of my riff
Deep in my work I can live
There in the night, of my ribs
Deep in the soul of my riff
And deep in my work, I can live
There in the night, of my ribs
There in the soul of my riff