M. Dada Songtext
von Prostitute

That was three years, three years spent
Passing by your window with a lot of lead
Lost under the silent season
Held to a brooding contortionist dance
Calling Satan out of leisure
Now presenting: the Sultan Al-Bokhari
The prince and his caliph
Here marks three years of
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Here marks three years of
Ugh
Here marks three years of
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Here marks four years
Four years, four years of my life lost So why don′t you come to my house?
And knock upon my door?
And if you object
Oh, if you object
It'll be by my design
As it′s always been and as it'll always be
Now I buy and sell people like you
Now I buy and sell people like you
I buy and sell
I buy and sell
I buy and sell
I buy and sell
I buy and sell
I buy and sell


Ah fuck
I've rallied the rot, the pale gaudy punks
Ah fuck
I ran that bitch with the crack of a whip
Ah fuck
I′ve offered a beheading, my death, their wish
Ah fuck
For their penance they submit a sacrament of flesh

Open fire on a crowd
Here′s to the fool that made a bastard of the child
Open fire on a crowd
King for a day, tomorrow a clown

When you refer to me
When you refer to me
When you call me by name
I'll be known as Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women
Wrapped in white women
This torso ran its course
I said this torso ran its corso
Corso, corso, corso

Ah fuck
I′ve tallied the days spent ripened to rot
Ah fuck
I've summoned the son by the cunt of a witch
Ah fuck
They call for bloodletting, for which I am indebted to their wish
Ah fuck
In unison they clamor for their leader′s head

Open fire on a crowd
Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child
Open fire on a crowd
Face down, everybody on the ground
Open fire on a crowd
Speak up and I′ll shut your fucking mouth
Open fire on a crowd
King for a day, tomorrow a clown