Quasimodo - Protector

Finally it’s over, a hard week of work

He’s coming home, the telephone rings

It’s his best friend, it’s time for a party

So let’s move and have some fun

What an orgy, music is good

Alcohol is fleeding, half-dead neighbours

Chaos — sex

Booze — women

But all this girls are killing hisprick

Blonde, brown, red: «We don’t want your dick!»

Slowly his body is starting to change

A hump on his back, his face is deformed

Panic on the party, he’s chasing the girls

Years of abstinence…

Too much for a man!

He’s howling out: «All I want is sex!»

All he wants is pussy, is that to much?

Running aimless through the streets

Up the steeple crying loud:

«No cunt — no tits

No screw — no love!»

No girls want him, is this life?

Breakneck leap, flying free!