Allergic to Food

We hanker for the thrill of her body's Everlasting[?] moan[?], that's his right Such terrible trying times Forgive us for all we've done Money-logic rules every day We have to be careful Someone out there taking her wrap off The party's over Three hundred brothers, all of her party's [?] Devilistic[?] moan[?], repeat her [?] The holy man faces the master The runners will be herе soon I don't wanna talk to her I was going to kill myself It may take a fеw days Little rings on the table Are you outta your mind? The little bastard scares me Intolerable way I'm faking war No tactics at all I like to seize power I'm touching your jewels Such terrible trying times Forgive us for all we've done I don't wanna talk to her I was going to kill myself Someone out there taking her wrap off The party's over