¡Forward, Russia! - Seventeen lyrics

Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Slow is the night That wipes the tears from your eyes Lecher, apologize, be sorry Jura**ic Park your husk in the burning Bed of mess you laid Bleeding conscience knows Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Bleeding conscience left you slow Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your eyeball's inflamed And your arm's incinerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your mouth's excited Your body's entwined And your tongue's incarcerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your body's entwined And your arm's incinerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Wondering just what you looked like so long ago I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Begging with you, pleading you to know Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Lecher, do not deny your body The right to choose its form and corneal function Bleeding closer helped you know