It's stuffy and the van is shaking
In the rhythm of my hairy butt
I'm opening the window and taking a deep breath
And you're hugging me and not letting me go
Later, we're lying down and looking at the stars
We can hear barking and crickets
While the wind is sweeping bleak roads,
We're wondering who'll open the mouth first
The morning air is entering and cooling our heads
In them, we can hear our conscience accusing us
And we're defending with silence very wisely
And making up lies for our loved ones
I feel like a shit in the air
And it's turning me on
Because it wouldn't be so delectable to me
If your darling wasn't my friend
True perversions actually just start
When two sober morons start looking for an excuse
Excuse for a deer and we're polishing its antlers together
And after a round of drinks, another one won't be a sin