Lecher, apologize, be sorry   Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher      Slow is the night   That wipes the tears from your eyes      Lecher, apologize, be sorry   Jurassic Park your husk in the burning   Bed of mess you laid   Bleeding conscience knows      Lecher, apologize, be sorry   Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher   Lecher, apologize, be sorry   Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher      Bleeding conscience left you slow      Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker   Lie to the tracker, let him know   That your heart's on fire   Your eyeball's inflamed   And your arm's incinerated      Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker   Lie to the tracker, let him know   That your mouth's excited   Your body's entwined   And your tongue's incarcerated      Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker   Lie to the tracker, let him know   That your heart's on fire   Your body's entwined   And your arm's incinerated      Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker   Lie to the tracker, let him know      I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns   Wondering just what you looked like so long ago   I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns   Begging with you, pleading you to know      Lecher, apologize, be sorry   Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher   Lecher, do not deny your body   The right to choose its form and corneal function      Bleeding closer helped you know