Don’t Get Me Wrong

She's got the soul, but her gut needs to run
To have the marking washed about the things and like
Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head
I start to dress me like the wise girls said

Some people whisper and some people talk too much
I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done
Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say:
"Don’t you want to fuck me? I am ready to play!"

I am the gear, she is obscene
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine
Another scream, wake up - it's your dream
That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero
Non-formal stories that you know
Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way
Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day

She is a bee with a sting in her hand
She loves a run back in my gone freezing land
We fall into plans and we dropped in to the force
And now she spreads her legs "You wanna ride me like a horse?"

I am the gear, she is obscene
We are the oil of the shaking bed machine
Another scream, wake up - it's your dream
That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero
Non-formal stories that you know
Don't get me wrong, you'll try the dark way
Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day

And now it feels like before
I know you ask for more
Don't get me wrong, here's the law