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You gouge the right eye of your infants And seat them high on a cloud To gaze at one hand of your savior Is their ignorance what you're so proud of? You condemn the rind of an apple As obstructing your conscience so white You curse every rib of that first wicked soul But pity yourself for your providential plight I want fruit in my garden A tart behind my wife I want hell below heaven I want death with my life SongtexteIsn't the option beautiful? You admire your children's sheltered virtue But they haven't yet raced through the dust and the heat Don't mistake innocence for purity I say put them on trial, cast them out on the street Let's watch their superior reason Compete with new appetite I'll gamble my chips that they'll side with the devil This is a fascinating sight I want fruit in my garden A tart behind my wife I want hell below heaven I want death with my life Isn't the option beautiful? Carnal tongues flashing in a whirlwind of passion A perpetual complacency Coveting chattel in spite of the means A commune in landscape so green Thick, juicy venison, straight to the ventricles A mind and a body so clean Jealousy driving to injure or kill A temper eternally serene I want fruit in my garden A tart behind my wife I want hell below heaven I want death with my life Isn't the option beautiful? Aus Songtexte Mania