Quasimodo

Finally it’s over, a hard week of work
He’s coming home, the telephone rings
It’s his best friend, it’s time for a party
So let’s move and have some fun
What an orgy, music is good
Alcohol is fleeding, half-dead neighbours
Chaos — sex
Booze — women
But all this girls are killing hisprick
Blonde, brown, red: «We don’t want your dick!»
Slowly his body is starting to change
A hump on his back, his face is deformed
Panic on the party, he’s chasing the girls
Years of abstinence…
Too much for a man!
He’s howling out: «All I want is sex!»
All he wants is pussy, is that to much?
Running aimless through the streets
Up the steeple crying loud:
«No cunt — no tits
No screw — no love!»
No girls want him, is this life?
Breakneck leap, flying free!