Tekst:
Flavour

Long slender shadows, pulsating in windows While feathery curtain hide fountains of eyes from the light A different disease in another translation Though

offal are so succulent, The exquisite flavour of gastro-anal tripe... I drink the viscous lymphatic fluid, And delight in the consistency and flavour

Understand with reason Cause their ain't no way of pleasin' Cause the thing that's in effect Turns out to be respect Gotta get up Gotta get

Air is still Chaotic thrill Burns his will Another kill Determined fole No control Blackened hole Stories told We are bought and sold

in die Kerbe Sagt mir jetzt wer ist straighter? (Straighter) Das ist der Sonnenbank Flavour Der Sonnenbank Flavour Die kunstliche Braune Du kannst sie

lies, who knows? guess this ain't no living, after all I've given you well I hate to say goodbye, you know? you are gone boy, said and done all these smooth flavours

She paints her nails and she don't know He's got her best friend on the phone She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes Are all he gives to her And he'

Feel the flavor for your feet Everybody need a place to chill Gotta stop the world standing still Don't you know I got a place to go? I tell ya Funky

Jerry's keeping up with the neighbours Good for the man on the go Rabbit's got a new monthly flavour Helps to keep the dogs on the down-low Anna's feeling