Peephole

(Guitar Solo)

[verse 1]
Cravings, they can’t fill
Holes they never will
Crawling in their skin
Their favourite lesbians
Watching through a screen
Can’t quite grasp their dream
Take it out on the world
It’s all the fault of the girls

[interlude]
What a fucking pathetic lot
Hating the things you love, your thoughts
Only serve your ego, serve your cock
Step into your secret chamber, don’t forget the lock

[Chorus]
Men watching women with women right through the peephole
Everybody wants to see the pretty people
Go at it, show them what they can see
For their twisted fantasy

[verse 2]
Finding what they like
Seeking endless highs
Addicts, built on shame
Moths into the flame
But the flame don’t kill, instead
It cools to fill their heads
With hatred and maliciousness
Go out and burn the witch

[interlude]
What a fucking pathetic lot
Hating the things you love, your thoughts
Only serve your ego, serve your cock
Step into your secret chamber, don’t forget the lock

[Chorus]
Men watching women with women right through the peephole
Everybody wants to see the pretty people
Go at it, show them what they can see
For their twisted fantasy, oh!

[Chorus]
Men watching women with women right through the peephole
Everybody wants to see the pretty people
Go at it, show them what they can see
For their twisted fantasy
Men watching women with women (Yeah!)
What a pathetic lot… yeah…