歌手:black midi
专辑:《Hellfire》

作词 : Geordie Greep
作曲 : Cameron Picton/Geordie Greep/Morgan Simpson
When crowds swarm out doorways
And the street lamps are lit
One of my disciples
Begins his wandering
In the alleys and the main streets
He searches for men
The virile, pathetic, and lame
Leading them in
To our establishment
He starts to cry
Every night
“Prostrate, supine
Well-groomed, divine
Whatever you like
Please, sir, tonight”
A brothel is a business
No different than a bank
As safe and as formal and sanitary
My girls are destined for Hell
Or so says our priest
But find me a Christian
Who spends as much time on their knees
Closer to God
They honor His glory in the best way
Every day
Without my aid, they’d be in chains
Or disemboweled in a backstreet lane
I’ll stop sellin’ when you stop buyin’
‘Till the end of time you can hear the cry
“Prostrate, supine
Well groomed, divine
Whatever you like
Please, sir, tonight, follow me tonight”