Текст песни Electronic Wolves - Beep Beep
You
can't
cover
your
face.
It's
pixels
on
a
screen
Producing
droplets
of
sweat
From
faceless
patrons
Paying
fees
to
view
their
fantasies
in
you.
This
makes
them
entitled
and
determined
To
own
a
piece
of
you.
"Make
her
hands
smell
like
coins!"
Soiled
dollars
touching
young
skin.
Bills
dripping
with
milk.
Shutters
click
as
she
bites
her
lip.
"Please
take
my
picture
now.
Don't
look
at
me.
Just
let
the
camera
peek.
Replace
what
eyes
would
see.
I
have
books
to
buy,
tuition
bills
to
pay.
The
camera's
lens
feels
like
a
stranger's
touch.
This
barter/exchange
leaves
a
bulge
in
your
pants.
I
need
the
money
now,
so
don't
judge
me."
It
looks
like
you
have
things
under
control.
Your
legs
spread.
Your
crotch
splayed
open
Like
a
coin
purse
waiting
for
the
money
shot.
You
can't
cover
your
flesh;
It
doesn't
belong
to
you.
It's
been
traded
like
steaks
over
chopping
blocks.
Your
face
in
pixels
drips
static
sex
for
sale.
1 I Am the Secretary
2 Oh No!
3 Misuse Their Bodies
4 Giggle Giggle
5 Electronic Wolves
6 Chewy Poison
7 Executive Foliage
8 The Fluorescent Lights
9 Vertical Cougar
10 The Threat of Nature
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