Lyrics: Kukl. Holidays In Europe. Latent.

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!