Forward, Russia! – Seventeen lyrics

Lecher! Apologise, be sorry
Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher

Slow is the night
That wipes the tears from your eyes

Lecher! Apologise, be sorry
Jurassic Park your husk in the burning
Bed of mess you laid
Bleeding conscience knows

Lecher! Apologise, be sorry
Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher
Lecher! Apologise, be sorry
Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher
Bleeding conscience left you slow

Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker, let him know
That your heart's on fire
Your eyeball's inflamed
And you arm's incinerated
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker, let him know
That your mouth's excited
Your body's entwined
And your tongue's incarcerated
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker, let him know
That your heart's on fire
Your body's entwined
And your?
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker
Lie to the tracker, let him know

I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns
Wondering just what you looked like so long ago
I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns
Begging with you, pleading you to know

Lecher! Apologise, be sorry
Apologise for you wouldn't want to be another lecher

Lecher! Do not deny your body the right to choose all it's form and corneal function
Bleeding closer helped you know