Lyrics: Gerda Blank. O. Touche.

Oh body! I'm feelin' rope
I want to eat your Holy goat
A body bleeder, a soulful rogue
Oh, Touche, Touche
He's got the soul but no future
Keep it together, witless wonder
I got the body,
No mind to tell of
Oh, Touche, Touche
Get back to muscle
Touche, Touche
Body leakage
Touche, Touche
Worn back to muscle
Touche, Touche
Body leakage

Hey! Do your metrics on your back
Orthopedic, diagrammatic
Dialectic, Body electric
Oh, Touche, Touche
Oh, take a well earned liberty
Cut the body with esprit
Oh, retribution for hellish deeds
Oh, Touche, Touche
Take back to muscle,
Touche, Touche
I can't believe you got
Touche, Touche
Body leakage

I've seen the writing on the wall
The spelling's wrong
The grammar poor
The world is ending
Just like before
Oh, Touche, Touche
I can't believe you got
Touche, Touche
Take back to muscle
Touche, Touche
Body leakage


(Thanks to Rhys Braddock for these lyrics)