If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?

Hey, hey, give 'em what they want.

If lust and hate is the candy,

if blood and love tastes so sweet,

then we give 'em what they want.

So their eyes are growing hazy

'cos they wanna turn it on,

so their minds are soft and lazy.

Well who do you wanna blame?


Shards of glass cut through my gaze 

broken streamers hanging at my legs 

drunk and giddy full of fate 

at the cabaret 

smokey stares from the bar 

do stray bottles tumble 

I feel the misty spray 

what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret 

from afar he sees 

Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful 

he sighs the look of love was in her eyes 

puts his hand upon her leg 

looking closer his lust begins to fade 

what a drag the queen did say. 

could this be a dream I’m in? ( Fellini would be proud ) 

gluttony enfolds the scene 

give them one last round , 

shining faces dance away 

swinging skirts between the panted legs 

kaleidescoping 

then shassez in a blink the glasses fly 

suddenly joy becomes a fight 

there they tossed and turned a sight.