Sex Mad Roar

Kin-ky!

Equal rights and French lace tights, so vacant
The city will fizzles in the night, so vacant
I’m trying to hear you talk and I’m dying to see you walking around me
The soundtrack to the city is exposed

And I’m drowning in the sound
That’s a sex mad roar – what?
And I’m drowning in this sound
That’s a sex mad roar

Now I hate going up because the jungle drum is pounding
I’d only want you to go, I want you to come around me
Hey, if I hear them playing
But either here nor there is going

And I’m drowning in that sound
That’s a sex mad roar – what?
Drowning in this sound
That’s a sex mad roar

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Drowning in that sound
That’s a sex mad roar
Yeah, sex
That’s a sex mad roar

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Saying Karl Marx is a devil in the dark
But he knows from the start he should go out on the run just to beat you
Yeah, even revolution has to rest

Get drowned out by the sound
That’s a sex mad roar
Yes, I was drowning in the sound
That’s a sex mad roar

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Drowning to the sound
That’s a sex mad roar
Yeah, drowning in the sound
That’s a sex mad roar

Up, up, up, up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah