Mauritia Mayer

Sancho Sailor, the poor little tailor

The clean lacemaker

Mauritia Mayer!

Sleep like a child call of the wild, we will make you, make you more of man!

Speak out of spite with your Turkish delight, another sleepless night

Mauritia Mayer!

Cling to your white vision there's still goodness to gain

Mauritia Mayer!

In the Saviour Of Lost Souls people are clinging with their hopeless stupidity

And I fell to the ground but my heartbeat was sound

And the faces of children were spinning round and around!

Sex in history we believe in your vague humanism and your chastity!

I always thought that one day I would be a man of destiny

But like a phoney virgin I thought like a superman who lives without sanctity

Mauritia Mayer!

I never thought I'd hold the hand of a man who was lost in thought

But I always seem to breathe upon the heads of the John Birch Reds

So when you lose control and lock the door

They always forget to look under the bed

Mauritia Mayer!

When we all lie down in a swown it's a pleasing vision with a frown

Raise your thighs in fear of God

Mauritia Mayer!

I always thought that one day I would be a man of destiny

But like a phoney virgin I thought like a superman who lives without sanctity

Mauritia Mayer!

Sancho Sailor loved the poor little tailor, loved the clean lacemaker

Mauritia Mayer

And I often thought that the words that you taught

Were words of wisdom, honesty and Faith

So now go and be silent my clean little virgin

I hope we made you, made you more of a man

I never thought I'd hold the hand of a man who was lost in thought

But I always seem to breathe upon the heads of the John Birch Reds

Mauritia Mayer!