Richard Edwards - Management Of Savagery

Get me outta here, I've had enough of these punks
Vulgar children, lost with no women to love
Oh, and they need a mother
She'll have fingertips that glow when the stars kiss 'em
She'll have green teeth to chomp on religion
Oh, and she'll be a killer of men

I believe
You're gonna come
From the moon
Soon
To save our skin
I believe you're gonna come
From the moon

She'll sweat lemonade and cough when she moans
She'll have black lungs to suck up testosterone
Oh, and I need a savior
Like that

I believe
You're gonna come
From the moon
Soon
To save our skin
I believe
You're gonna come
From the moon
Soon to save our skin
From the moon
Soon to save us
Oh, and I believe
You're gonna come
From the moon
Soon
To save our skin
I believe you're gonna come
From the moon
Soon to save our skin
From the moon
Soon to save us

Something is wrong
Something is wrong

I believe
You're gonna come
I believe
That you're gonna come
I believe
You're gonna come
From the moon
Soon
To save our skin
From the moon
Soon
To save our skin
From the moon
Soon
To save us

Get me outta here, I've had enough