Tarot

Put a fucking kettle on, cunt

It's not a sex thing, it's taking me over
The rise of the moon
You're the perpetrator
Loving fast, loving hard
Shuffle the cards in your backyard
I'm the monkey's son with the tarot card
Hey, lowering guard, play US card
Lowering your guard, well, I work hard

Sustained electric pleasures in your head
Pushing and pounding
The groans of our bed go hand in hand
With no words to say
With no words to say

You teach me to distraction
Our hands are tied, our bodies in traction
The arm-pussy is our interaction
The score is old, the wicked hearts desire
Reach for the skies, baby, we go down on fire
It's not a lot, you know, but man, it's
Just like we're watching a horror movie
I don't pretend that I'm the monkey's son with the tarot card

With no words to say
With no words to say
With no words to say

Dig me
I dig you
I'm putting it down
Well, I'm picking it up

With no words to say
With no words to say

The score is old, the wicked hearts desire
Reach for the skies, baby, we go down on fire
We go down on fire