Put your clammy palms in the air 
to dance it is the hour 
Yet another body to devour 
glorious sexual uproar 
Just like a roman senator 
With a mouthful of grapes 
Shake your floggid body 
For a hundred and twenty days 
Our bodies are clutching 
Far from the ecstasy of kissing 
The scrambling for Narcissus' spoils 
You call desire 
Modern idiot, Useful idiot 
Selling man out on the market 
Pleading plead freedom 
Dirty freedom to defile 
scattered doubt of majority rule 
(Your) automatic shield will not protect you 
Now you can feel how much I desire you 
Now the worms can feed 
And now it's fools' time 
You've got to know 
And now it's fools' time, fools' time 
Our bodies are raw