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Growing large in a small room, with a sickly airI was blind to principle, in the neon glareA gutter goddess with a practice smileIs the bringer of rough temptationTo another unworthy worshipper, for a small considerationHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumArtificial ecstasy, covered every traceOf the bleak antipathy, underneath her faceSo I rushed to the finish of a twisted taleThat I knew was less than holyDid it sin, dear father? Shall I burn in hell?For I quite enjoyed the storyHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulumHere I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Aus Songtexte Mania