Moderne Man / Satisfy Your Lust - M, Robin Scott

Here today, gone tomorrow

He is vacant, he is hunger

Nothing changes and nothing lasts

He has no future, he has no past

From the bottom to the top man

This is a mung disease

He’ll keep a clean nose and a suntan

But really he’s living on his knees

'Cause he’s a moderne man with no solution

A moderne man with no confusion

Moderne man is obsolete

Moderne man, repeat, repeat

And without the biggest bash

He’ll form an economic clash

An animal with bare conditioning

He can’t stop his self from shrinking

Give me your name and give me your number

I’ll call you later today

Sometimes I sit and wonder

Am I, too, Just another cliche?

No, I’m a moderne man with no direction

A moderne man with little connection

Moderne man with a head for heights

A moderne man on the lonely nights

Moderne man

Are you listening?

Am I a man?

Or just a machine?

An inflatable doll

From a magazine?

No two words mean the same again

You want, I need, you take, I plead

But every time I see you, you’re falling out the door

I’m very paranoid living outside your door, go on…

Satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Yeah, satisfy your lust

Before you go fast

Your lips, strawberry

This is a pleasure

You’re a sensation

Dressed in leather

You say «No I can’t!»

You can!

You would!

I won’t!

You’re not!

I am!

Last night, I dreamt I was breaking down your door

'Cause I’ve got desert you’ve been waiting for

Satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Yeah, satisfy your lust

Before you go fast

Are you a woman?

Or just a machine?

An inflatable doll

From a magazine?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no

Now, he’s making money while she’s making love

The only time he makes it, she never gets enough, no

Satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Yeah, satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Ooh, satisfy your lust

Before we go fast

Sa-tis-fy

Your lust

You may come and you may go, now

And a few romances

Stop, look and you will see how

He’s alone when he dances

Moderne man, is he falling?

Moderne man, he is calling

Moderne man, it fits so nicely

Moderne man, he’s precisely

Moderne man, you make me feel so

Moderne man, I want to go go

Moderne man, yes you named me

Moderne man, you’re so trembly

Moderne man, it fits the name, oh

Moderne man, I don’t think so

Moderne man

Is just a bash, ah