Happiness - Front 242

I never said those things you buried

Of all the liars you’ll be so cynical

The modern angel’s so hard to come by

I hate to touch your stinking cur

There are things that one should never see

There are things that one should never see

I don’t know what you’ve started saying now

Give me no conscience, can’t listen to bodies

Stay low, lock the door

I know there’s more than just an aching in store

I want a gun that’s sexual

You wanted size

I’ll give you a big tour

Big crane grabs your brain

Pain is a gas engages your force

There are things that one should never see

There are things that one should never see

Your modern angels gone to ruin

Ignorance thinking about stealing the world

As the century fades from view

She give a fuck if you reach twenty-two