Libidinous (a Pig with Cocks in Its Eyes)

Who are you to judge, you arrogant, clueless fool?
We know in our hearts you lie
And we won’t accept your rules
Everything is sex
Trust instinct for the truth
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
We do not need facts
You cannot tell us truths
Seething onanistic torment
The trusting force of youth
Everything is sex
Trust instinct for the truth
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world
Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch)
Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch)
Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht)
Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss)
A pig with cocks in its eyes
Masturbating to the end of the world