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Bjork :

He invites me

Oh, he invites me inside, and inside his room

Offers - I take the offer, offers me a seat on his sofa

It's a nice sofa - a beautiful sofa

I like the colour and I sit down

But he shuts - he's shutting the door

He locks it - he's locking it

I don't sit any longer

I don't sit any longer on his sofa - I lay

I lay - and he - he's right on the top of me

And he's forcing himself into my body

It's not right - oh! Oh!

I don't understand this rhythm

I don't understand this rhythm

I can't connect myself to it

I don't understand this rhythm

So, stop, jump slow ohh!

Einar :

The threat of castration lets us know so fear

Push us over the cliff and out of the way

'Cause the threat of castration

Is too much for the sick little minds

The threat of castration lets them who fear

Call the willies inside the trousers

And they see her

Christ and God aren't fucking that day

Weren't caught with our trousers down

Their fear leaves them sexless

A glance - I did not know that

The monster of the fear of castration

They push us over the cliff

The scare, the glance

Bjork :

Oh, I am enjoying it

Can I fulfill your needs?

Einar :

The monster

They've got something

It disappears

Bjork :

Oh! Oh!

Who am I sobbing?

I'm digging you!

Einar :

The threat of castration lets us know so fear

Push us over the cliff and out of the way

'Cause the threat of castration

Is too much for the sick little minds

The threat of castration lets them who fear

Call the willies inside the trousers

And they see her

Christ and God aren't fucking that day

Weren't caught with our trousers down

Their fear leaves them sexless

A glance - I did not know that

The monster of the fear of castration

They push us over the cliff

The scare, the glance, the monster

They've got something

It disappears

Bjork :

You can sell your bloody sofa

Einar :

The threat of castration let's us know so fear

Push us over the cliff and out of the way

'Cause you're blind, you cant drive

You can't see anything, but the fear of castration

The fear of castration, the fear of castration

Gets no slow so fear, whatever he dressing

They stop us - the fear, but i'm continuing pushing

The threat of castration...

Bjork :

Oh you're selling - who are you selling?

You can sell your bloody sofa

I'm digging! I'm digging! I'm trying to break you!

I'm trying! I'm trying too hard! I'm not sleeping at all

I'm digging you - leave me alone

Who am I selling - I'm selling

What are you selling?

You can sell your bloody sofa!