Songtext von The Ballad Of Simon And Constance

Simon: "I'll never get it, so I guess I'll never win. 'Cruelty free' is some sick joke, and someone's gettin' paid well for it - (moans) Oh, the horror!" (and she swallows and the come goes down easy) Simon: "You ate, taste good?" Constance: "Makes me sick, nibbling on sinewy muscles" (Constance's conscience kisses him, slippery. His mouth opens.) Constance: "Don't you say a word!" (The moan in unison. Simon says Another way. Constance plays the slave. Lays her body over. Bed becomes the grave.)