The jewel, the prize
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Myriad lights-they said Id be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best
A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker
Its wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives
Myriad lights-they said Id be impressed arabian knights-at your primitive best