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