Mr. Dada

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, fuck That was three years, three years spent Passing by your window with a lot of lead Lost under the silent season Held to a brooding contortionist dance Calling Satan out of leisure, now presenting The Sultan Al-Bokhari, the prince and his caliph Here marks three years of Ah, ah, ah, ah Here marks three years of, ah Here marks three years of Ah, ah, ah, ah Here marks four years Four years, four years of my life lost So why don't you come to my house? And knock upon my door? And if you object Oh-oh-oh, if you object It'll be by my design As it's always been, as it'll always be Now I buy and sell people like you And now I buy and sell people like you I buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, ah And, ah, fuck I've rallied the rot, the pale gaudy punks And, ah, fuck I ran that bitch with the crack of a whip And, ah, fuck I've offered a beheading, my death, their wish And, ah, fuck For their penance, they submit a sacrament of flesh Open fire on a crowd Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child Open fire on a crowd King for the day, tomorrow, a clown And when you refer to me And when you refer to me And when you call me by name I'll be known as Mouchette Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette Wrapped in white women Wrapped in white women Wrapped in white women Wrapped in white women, ah-ah-ah This torso ran its course I said this torso ran its corso Corso, corso, corso Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah, ah, ah And, ah, fuck I've tallied the days spent ripened to rot And, ah, fuck I've summoned the son by the cunt of a witch And, ah, fuck They call for bloodletting, for which I am indebted to their wish And, ah, fuck In unison, they clamor for their leader's head, ah-ah-ah-ah Open fire on a crowd Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child Open fire on a crowd Face down, everybody on the ground Open fire on a crowd Speak up and I'll shut your fucking mouth Open fire on a crowd King for the day, tomorrow, a clown