Letra da Música: Bushman 90 - The Fair Sex

There's no wine
No electric light there's
No crime but ain't there fight
No perversion
No perverse fingers
No fucking jerks but there're
So pretty nights bushman
Jungle child take me
In the night bushman jungle
Child with your black pretty hands
Bushman jungle child grab me
In the night bushman jungle
Child take me to your nights
Stop being sick and tired
There're no cars treat him
Bad no freezing
To death there're
Are no charts put him down
No factories
No brain destruction
No uniforms save me from suicide
Pushed and pulled by face-corroding
Anguish get me out
Of this dull life booze pills
And foul powders wreckage
Of modern life foul smell
Foul smell of arrogance
And fright antagonize
The spies frantic threat taste suck lie
Get me out of this dull life