Who are you to judge, you arrogant, clueless fool? We know in our hearts you lie And we won't accept your rules Everything is sex Trust instinct for the truth A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) ♪ We do not need facts You cannot tell us truths Seething onanistic torment The trusting force of youth Everything is sex Trust instinct for the truth A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) ♪ A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world Tell me of the bastards (as my fingers probe the ditch) Tell me of the wastrels (that I may stroke and twitch) Tell me of the have-nots (Spritz deinen Hass in mein gesicht) Tell me of my fellow man (flowing forth in orgasmic bliss) ♪ A pig with cocks in its eyes Masturbating to the end of the world