M. Dada - Intellectual

Ah, fuck

That was three years, three years spent

Passing by your window with a lot of lead

Lost under the silent season

Held to a brooding contortionist dance

Calling satan out of leisure

Now presenting: the Sultan Al-Bokhari

The prince and his caliph

Here marks three years of

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Here marks three years of

Ughhhhh

Here marks three years of

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Here marks four years

Four years, four years of my life lost

So why don't you come to my house?

And knock upon my door?

And if you object

Oh, if you object

It'll be by my design

As it's always been and as it'll always be

Because now I buy and sell pеople like you

And now I buy and sell pеople like you

I buy and sell

And ah fuck

I've rallied the rot, the pale gaudy punks

And ah fuck

I ran that bitch with the crack of a whip

And ah fuck

I've offered a beheading, my death, their wish

And ah fuck

For their penance they submit a sacrament of flesh

Open fire on a crowd

Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child

Open fire on a crowd

King for a day, tomorrow a clown

And when you refer to me

And when you call me by name

I'll be known as Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Wrapped in white women

This torso ran its course

I said this torso ran its corso

Corso, corso, corso

And ah fuck

I've tallied the days spent ripened to rot

And ah fuck

I've summoned the son by the cunt of a witch

And ah fuck

They call for bloodletting, for which I am indebted to their wish

And ah fuck

In unison they clamor for their leader's head

Open fire on a crowd

Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child

Open fire on a crowd

Face down, everybody on the ground

Open fire on a crowd

Speak up and I'll shut your fucking mouth

Open fire on a crowd

King for a day, tomorrow a clown