Tralala, Trala–, Tra-a-la, –la
Tralala, Trala–, Tra-a-la, –la
Tralala, Trala–, Tra-a
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and googling every corner
La, Trala–, Tra-a-la, –la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Dead in the middle
Of the C-O-double-M O-N
Little did I know then
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman
Pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
Steepled fingers
Ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders
Queue-queue jumpers
Rock, fist, paper, scissors, la-la-la-la-la-la-lingered fluffers
They choir:
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure
Les yeux, it's all in your eyes
In your snatch fits pleasure, a broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and googling every corner
Tralala, Trala–, Tra-a-la, –la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh, blinded by the lights

Remember, ♥♥♥♥♥, that even in the dark
Remember, ♥♥♥♥♥, that even in the dark
There is no fear in our eyes
♥♥♥♥♥♥ life in all poses, holding braids
There is no fear, but there is no happiness in them either
I look like an athlete, but I'm just a skeleton inside.
I forgot that it was all my fault.
My desire to be you
I forgot that it was all my fault.
My head problems
Tormented by love, scarred by longing
You can hurt me, I've forgotten that I'm alive.
There's still a lot of work ahead.
I'll ♥♥♥♥ this world first, and then I'll take care of you.
It saves blood, well, at least once.
Stop promising yourself not to be like you
I'm only going to die to make people wonder.
We are a fighting force, not a unit.
What's on our mind
You won't understand by our faces in the dark.
Remember, ♥♥♥♥♥, that even in the dark
There is no fear in our eyes
♥♥♥♥♥♥ life in all poses, holding braids
There is no fear, but there is no happiness in them either
I look like an athlete, but I'm just a skeleton inside.
I forgot that it was all my fault.
My desire to be you
I forgot that it was all my fault.
My head problems