LYRICS

APRÈ-SHE
(music written 1997/lyrics written 2003/recorded 2003/revised 2005/2020)
EXPLICIT LYRICS
now i go out to tame
another shrew
as i have tamed before more than a few
they want the whip and i found out about
what makes them squeal
it's my appeal
luckily i am never satisfied
lucky me forgot how much i lied
i won't return until i can produce
a trophy for
a member sore
the mirrors in my bedroom testify
my sense of life is to seduce or die
permanent erection makes them shout
they will be loud
when they're allowed
it's doggy style and it is sixty-nine
what makes me smile and moan and feel so fine
i've tried the puppets but they're leaking out
and they won't feel
all my appeal
there's no responsibility
as they don't feel responsible for me
be free
don't say it's my doing or so
values are subjective as you should know
i wanted them, they wanted me
and on demand i watch them on tv
for free
don't say it's my doing or so
i'm effect, not the cause, as you should know
trained by TV
drilled by magazines
taught that the end justifies the means
advertising indoctrinates me
socialized by clips on MTV
see all the sluts
see all the slobs
everywhere
see jerking hips
see moving tongues
everywhere
half-naked chicks lolling so wickedly
all, all that they want
is only me
apparently
come down undress
sate all unless
i call for thee
come and sate me
come and sate me
come and sate me
the way i'm down with this
makes my shrink smile
as i stare starvedly into space
in my séance visions
i can see
a slattern with breasts in her face
the admen built me up
conditioned me
demand determines the supply
the madmen all around
they have produced
a tunnel-visioned sexist guy
"Du... du... ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund,
ich schrie mir schon die Lungen wund
nach deinem weißen Leib, du Weib.
Komm... komm... komm her... ich weiß ein schönes Spiel
im dunklen Tal, im Muschelgrund...
Ah... ah... ah du... ah du... du ach, ich bin so wild
nach deinem Erdbeermund!"
[Quotation: Francois Villon/1431-1464, performed by Klaus Kinski]
when i was a child
my father gripped me tight
said: son, you gotta learn
that life's a fuse that's got to burn
father screwed them all
our nanny in the hall
our neighbour's wife to be
and no-one ever knew but me
hark, son, now i have to
run free in something new
this life's monotony
prolongs the agony
damn it
i want
i need
change and thrill
give us
this day
our daily
overkill
when i was a child
my wicked mother smiled
said: son, you gotta know
a useless life is our worst foe
she was an easy lay
got pawed and fucked all day
the plumber came with glee
and no-one ever knew but me
hark, son, now i have to
run free in something new
this life's monotony
prolongs the agony
damn it
i want
i need
change and thrill
give us
this day
our daily
overkill
when i was twenty-two i suffered from heavy affluenza
i always felt myself under pressure
to perform, to perform
naturally my girlfriends were all these beauty queens with implants
hardly working out their bodies to
reach the norm, reach the norm
considering themselves to be a work of art to be stared at
strive to be consumed but never to
lose control, lose control
sometimes i got sloshed to forget and swallow all the anger
wise dolls never think about my slurred
rigmarole, rigmarole
we serve so many masters
damn it
i want
i need
change and thrill
will i ever be
inside you or inside me
or inside this weird anomaly
that i've been into
since i was young or old
or over-stimulated,
over-confident of this
self-mutilation,
self-indulgence
there's a good, old granny
she's living next door to me
in lonely curiosity
she's shaking her head at me
as i'm coming back home with this one
i'm gonna pull them up
i'm gonna push them down
the way i'm down with this makes my shrink smile
"son, my prescription's gonna free your mind
antipsychotics curb odd thoughts
and soon you'll say:
it's not following me
it's not threatening me
at all"
i guess somehow i took an overdose
disorientation sweet gets out of hand
keen kitchen knife just chops it off
and lucky me:
it's not following me
it's not threatening me
at all
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