Psychodelic band gives them a rythm

Swollen procession in disgusting hops

Look at the blind man following the sound

Exciting cacophony – money play but...

I leave the shadow of my shapely ass

For these sick prophets leave them alone

Let them creep, let them rot in peace

In their poplin, poplin twist

In morbid dance

You stifle

In morbid dance

You stifle

In morbid dance

You stifle

In morbid dance

I am indignant at this dancing

I’m gonna vomit, I’m burning out

And crowd is howling in ecstasy

Bravo for conductor, money play but...

I leave the shadow of my... Close this shed

Sister you became wild

You shake your ass in a bad rhytm

My dear friend you lose your good manners

If you only feel the blues, yeah, yeah, yeah.^[1]