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Peeking through the window of the girl across the street Some slumber-party action down the hall Balancing, bent over, naked, on their hands and feet Who can poo the farthest of them all? Some go the distance, some need assistance, racing resistance dusk to dawn Puffing and panting, still goes the chanting, raving and ranting, on and on and on (and on, and on, and on, and on) Down the block, a couple digs up something from their yard They act as if they've hit the mother-lode Kissing and caressing that for which they've worked so hard A bag of human fingers a'la mode Lost in a pleasure, knowing no measure, they spread their treasure out between them Happily heaving, flesh interweaving, smugly believing no one's seen them Grab your hat and help yourself to a neighbor, get wise Treat yourself to the secret scenes of spies You'll lock horns with a perfect world you never knew was there All you gotta do is hop from house to house to house, and stare Listen to the people as they romp about next door Lazy sounds of laughter and a drill Every day a masterpiece of madness to explore Every day another window sill Aus Songtexte Mania