DEMOCRACY OF TOUCH

Touch me
Set me free
From this stumble-down, walk-around
Existence I lead
I ponder too much
There's never enough
Rapturous pleasure and blind ecstasy

I want
To be my own
Sensual man in a
Sensual land
Don't call it a stage
Acknowledge my rage
I've been trapped so long inside this rational cage

CHORUS 1
And the bride in the wedding gown lies dead on the ground
The vultures circle round and round above red desert
They sound:
"Give me democracy of touch! Give me democracy of touch!
And understand the meaning of Lord Chatterly's paralysis."

BRIDGE (short)

Dried up
The soul is cracked
Parched with shame
Of the bodily fact
Life is lust
Orgasm's a must
Fuck you Freud and your guilt-monger trust!

CHORUS 2
And the bride in the wedding gown lies dead on the ground
The vultures circle round and round above red desert
They sound:
"Give me democracy of touch!
Give me democracy of touch!

BRIDGE 2
Oh, touch me Oh, touch me Oh, touch me…

CHORUS 1

Oh, touch me
Oh, touch me
Oh, touch me
Set me free