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Momus :
Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth
Whose master passed it on to Zebedee
It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols
To its
the scientific rev
Lost their bastille in paris 68
Paternity dyed red
World pornography fall
No floor for the colossus
No divine divan
- on words to rest -
No more
the dawn
In the dawn
In the dawn
Dreams burnt away
By the first cigarette of the day
Instincts move us into
The rhythms of love
Soaring into
Exquisite
Japanese killer 
In a German car 
Two model wanna-be's 
By his side 
Iranian target 
An American bar 
Enjoys his final blow-job 
And French
trying to make me real

Make me of shit in a two-teenier deal
Make me of pornography in a pedophile wheel
Whatever I do, whatever I feel
By your
In the new America
Shoot your pistol in the air
Celebrate a brand new year
Living leisurely in a perfect world
Everybody?s drinking hams
Good by
Pick your poison
Pseudo-christian, neo-orthodoxy, false philosophy
Triple-x pornography, lsd, pcp, self idolatry
Listen you can hear the laugh
can't refuse

It's you and me monogomy
Just you and me pornography

It's everywhere
In everything
Every day I'm not promising
We don't have to be
can't refuse

It's you and me monogomy
Just you and me pornography

It's everywhere
In everything
Every day I'm not promising
We don't have to be
nothin’ here the kids
Should hear or see
Rated X pornography

You’re bringin’ out the monster in me

I’m the reason that the wolves are howlin’
Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere
Let me lay my sorry trip on you
Won't you meet me by the river, little darlin'?
I might just let you see
just think we both need more, and we can't ignore how unhappy we were
I'd been abandoned by her and you needed a friend

All right the night we walked
The writing on the wall changes everyday 
Moving the lights about 
We live by stealth alone 
By simple truths - that's our philosophy 
Oh what
minute of fame
Let's douse the fire by pissing on the flames

So young, bitch and famous
Hotel heiress, glamor queen
The only reason we know your name
Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger's got you tied up in knots.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up 
When you gonna wake
the oil and pornography
There will be so much to teach
Of the slow math of debt and dreams

Yeah we deserve that much at least:
For every land a new war,
Well, meet me by the river that goes nowhere
Let me lay my sorry trip on you
Won't you meet me by the river, little darlin'?
I might just let you
they 
Were by chance a shepherd king,
A virgin birth, or resurrection, a messianic prince or some 
Such childish thing. 
You can [story end is sweet]
couldn't figure life out if you had a map 
Yet you're so quick with your worthless facts 
Enlightened by some holy vision 
She tries to explain and you
Confused by the grand illusion
They're never gonna let you see it
'Cause if they did, we'd all be free, yea
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
you'll always be there 
It paints such a lovely picture 
But no matter how you frame it 
It's still pornography 

Nobody seems to hear 
'Til I scream
of botany
Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography
And I know she only want me for my guapary
(Ahem... let me get my voice right
Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4)
of botany
Damn, bad chick on top of me, pornography
And I know she only want me for my guapary
(Ahem... let me get my voice right
Gary, sorry, 1, 2, 3, 4)
of the U.S.A.

Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
It doesn't take your eyes to see what the paint won't take away
When they take that veil away
We're caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by