Where Violence Is Golden के बोल

Carnal secrets of passion and pain are told In a torture garden where violence is golden Where the flowers of evil grow With each transgression more seeds are sown Forbidden pleasures are bought and sold In a city of sin where violence is golden A black market of dark desire Something for everyone...to each his own What's your fetish? What's your pleasure? Designer violence, made to measure Like a velvet glove Like a ball and chain Like the kiss of a whip when you're hungry for pain