Seventeen - Forward Russia

Lecher!

Apologise, be sorry

Apologise for you wouldn’t want to be another lecher

Slow is the night

That wipes the tears from your eyes

Lecher!

Apologise, be sorry

Jurassic Park your husk in the burning

Bed of mess you laid

Bleeding conscience knows

Lecher!

Apologise, be sorry

Apologise for you wouldn’t want to be another lecher

Lecher!

Apologise, be sorry

Apologise for you wouldn’t want to be another lecher

Bleeding conscience left you slow

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker, let him know

That your heart’s on fire

Your eyeball’s inflamed

And you arm’s incinerated

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker, let him know

That your mouth’s excited

Your body’s entwined

And your tongue’s incarcerated

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker, let him know

That your heart’s on fire

Your body’s entwined

And your ???

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker

Lie to the tracker, let him know

I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns

Wondering just what you looked like so long ago

I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns

Begging with you, pleading you to know

Lecher!

Apologise, be sorry

Apologise for you wouldn’t want to be another lecher

Lecher!

Do not deny your body the right to choose all its form and corneal

function

Bleeding closer helped you know