Baby it’s slow. When lights get low, there’s no help no. Baby it’s slow. When lights get low, there’s no help no.

He's drilling through the Spiritus Sanctus tonight. Through the dark hip falls. Screaming, "Oh, you mambos. Kill me, and kill me, and kill me."

If I jerk the handle, you'll die in your dreams. If I jerk the handle, jerk the handle. You'll thrill me, and thrill me, and thrill me….