Everyone needs some culture Peripatetic bands all around us On the road in and out of season With a fistful of brand old new songs Industry is full of insiders Audience loves entertainers In ecstasy ah ah ah ah Do not try to mix trade and culture It makes no sense under the rain Everyone knows it won't last forever If I could change my mind And go beyond the satellites It makes no sense under the rain Everyone needs some culture Festivals are back: hot season She's looking like a horse on heat Hips tits lips power G-O-D-D-E-S-S looks at me in a resolute manner: "Want you in my bed ah ah ah ah" We'd better mix sex and culture All my love gone down the drain I knew it would not last forever If I could escape this town And go beyond the satellites All my love gone down the drain It makes no sense under the rain Everyone knows it won't last forever If I could change my mind And go beyond the satellites It makes no sense under the rain