Nouveau Western
I'll tie you to your bed
I'll whip your body, make you sweat
I'll whip your body, make you sweat
I'll whip your body, make you sweat
I'll tie you to your bed
I'll tie you to your bed
Mrs Jones denies it's strong
But we know that something's wrong
All night long she screams and shouts
We know what it's all about
Somewhere on the second floor
Behind the torturechamber door
Mr Jones waits for demands
While he's tied up by the hands
Hey baby make me wet
I'll tie you to your bed
I'll whip your body,
Xmas Eve
Witness to a crime but I lost track of the times violence against women
against half of humankind meshed with our culture part of our civilization
ground in to our faces part of our indoctrination no one seems to question
when we're brought up in a system where we're taught to hate the other through
false desires my own language betrays my good intentions forces my head into
the shit into the lies and I'm told take part in the fantasy when every six
minutes it comes true and I'm told what I want what I need and yeah I want it
yeah I need it rape force fed the lie for all my life that woman has her place
and it's only skindeep like as many flanks of meat up for inspection to be
judged on a scale of one to ten.