Kin-ky!
Equal rights and French lace tights, so vacant
The city will fizzles in the night, so vacant
I'm tryin' to hear you talk and I'm dyin' to see you walking around me
The soundtrack to the city is exposed
And I'm drowning in the sound
That's a sex mad roar - what?
And I'm drowning in this sound
That's a sex mad roar
Now I hate goin' up because the jungle drum is poundin'
I'd only want you to go, I want you to come around me
Hey, if I hear them playing
But either here nor there is goin'
And I'm drowning in that sound
That's a sex mad roar - what?
Drowning in this sound
That's a sex mad roar
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Drowning in that sound
That's a sex mad roar
Yeah, sex
That's a sex mad roar
Sayin' Karl Marx is a devil in the dark
But he knows from the start he should go out on the run just to beat ya
Yeah, even revolution has to rest
Get drowned out by the sound
That's a sex mad roar
Yes I was drowning in the sound
That's a sex mad roar
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Drowning to the sound
That's a sex mad roar
Yeah, drowning in the sound
That's a sex mad roar
up, up, up, up
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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