The Defence 歌词

When crowds swarm out doorways And the streetlamps are lit One of my disciples Begins his wandering In alleys and the main streets He searches for men Their virile, pathetic, and lame Leading them in To our establishment, he starts to cry Every night Prostrate, supine Well-groomed, divine Whatever you like Please, sir, tonight Mmm A brothel is a business no different than a bank As safe and as formal and sanitary My girls all destined for hell Or so says our priest But find me a Christian Who spends as much time on their knees Closer to God They honor his glory in the best way Everyday Without my aid, they'd be in chains Or disemboweled in a backstreet lane I'll stop selling when you stop buying Till the end of time, you can hear the cry I'm prostrate, supine Well-groomed, divine Whatever you like Please, sir, tonight Follow me tonight