The immorals
Speak of us
Of what we like
Of our meetings
Of our voice
The immorals
They're shocked
For us
For our glow
Our style
Our blankets
But I know that one day
Things go awry
And then
The moral behind the story
Will always be in the glory
Of us doing whatever pleases us
The immorals
Speak of us
Of what we like
Of our meetings
Of our voice
The immorals
Smiled to us
They pretended a truce
They pleased us
They sold peace
But I know that one day
Things go awry
And then
The moral behind the story
Will always be in the glory
Of us doing whatever pleases us