met up with my friend 

the sexist in exile 

on a tight leash 

he keeps the vermin 

that gave me the creeps 

together 'till the end 

us and whatever's addictive 

in a pair of tight jeans 

the gossamer latex that separated two bodies 



what we've got here 

is a face in a fever 

from the mouth comes the virus 

nothing's made cleaner



i've seen the one-track mind 

however just in profile 

he keeps a shocking feast 

leads his women to anxieties and sweets 

he is the iguana man 

always this repulsive 

always accompanied by screams 

he spits the virus at the one who sleeps 



what we've got here 

is a face in a fever 

From the mouth comes the virus 

nothing's made cleaner



[Einar Sjursè: drums]

[Carl August Tidemann: guitar solo]

[Sverd: synthesiser solo]

[Mari Solberg: saxophone]

[Per Amund Solberg: bass]

[Alexander Nordgaren: guitars]

[S. E. Hatlevik: synthesisers & voice]