A tongue-tied and a bell
With a sly smile, who can tell
We got a muscle this way
Nothing good to say
There, a demon in my life in lingerie

(Lingerie)

Sunlight and cigarettes
Psychotic rants of confidence
The jugglers in clowns
They're bringing me down
They wear their foolishness with pride in lingerie

(Lingerie)

In this apocalypse
I've got no politics
On virtue of your sin
It's buried in the sand