No Home Without Its Sire

No yester dreams

No grey desire

No body's sap and tire

No sorrows born

Of lust's disguise

No home without its sire

Break out the tomb

The selfmade womb

No faded flick

No grey desire

No body's sap and tire

And if you ask me

You know I'll give

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

And if you ask me

You know I'll give

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

No yester dreams

No faded flick

No body's sap and tire

No sorrows born

Of lust's disguise

No home without its sire

Break out the tomb

The selfmade womb

No faded flick

No grey desire

No home without its sire

And if you ask me

You know I'll give

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

And if you ask me

You know I'll give

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

And if you ask me

You know I'll give

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car

And if you run from me

Well, I'll be waiting in the driver's car