Bjork :



He invites me 

Oh , he invites me inside....inside his room 

Offers....I take the offer 

Offers me a seat on your sofa? 

It's a nice sofa 

A beautiful sofa 

I like the color 

And I sit down 

Well, he shuts 

He's shutting the door 

He shuts the door 

Locks it 

He's locking it and I don't sit any longer 

I don't sit any longer on his sofa 

I lay....I lay 

And he!

He is lying on the top of me 

And he's forcing himself into my body 

It's no fun! 



Ohh!!

Ohh!!

I don't understand this rhythm 

I don't understand this rhythm 

I cant connect myself to it 

I don't understand this rhythm 

so, Stop! turn slow

Ooohhh!!



Einar :



The threat of distraction 

Let's go slow 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 

Cold 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 

Push us of the cliff 

The scare, the glance 



Bjork :



I'm enjoying it 

Can I fulfill your needs? 



Einar :



The monster 

They've got something 

It disappears 



Bjork :



Ohh! 

Ohh! 

Who am I sobbing? 

I'm digging you! 



Einar :



The threat of castration 

Lets not go so fear 

Push us over the cliff 

And out of the way 

The blood 



Bjork : 



You can sell your bloody soul 



Einar : 



The fear of castration... 



Bjork :



Oh you're selling

Who are you selling?

You can sell your bloody soul!

I'm digging! 

I'm digging! 

I'm trying to break you! 

I'm trying!

I'm trying too hard!