Libidinous (A Pig with Cocks in Its Eyes)

Who are you to judge, you arrogant, clueless fool? We know in our hearts you lie And we won't accept your rules Everything is sex Trust instinct for the truth A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) We do not need facts You cannot tell us truths Seething onanistic torment The trusting force of youth Everything is sex Trust instinct for the truth A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world