The jewel, the prize

looking into your eyes

Cool pools drown your mind

What else will you find



I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour

I heard a rumour-what have you done to her



Myriad lights-they said I'd be impressed Arabian Knights-at your primitive best



A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker

it's wound bleeding in seas



I heard a rumour-what have you done to her I heard a rumour-what have you done to her



Veiled behind screens

kept as your baby machine

Whilst you conquer more orifices

Of boys, goats and things

Ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives



Myriad lights-they said I'd be impressed Arabian Knights-at your primitive best