The jewel, the price
Looking into your eyes
Cool pools drawn your mind
What else you find
I hear a rumour — it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour — what have you done to her
Myriad lights — they sayd I’d be impressed
Arabian Knights — at your primitive best
A tourist oasis — reflects in seedy sunshades
A monstrous oil tanker it’s wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour — what have you done to her
I heard a rumour — what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps eyes — no forks or knives
Myriad lights — they sayd I’d be impressed
Arabian Knights — at your primitive best
