Free from the itch of her sexual desire    I believed in the things that happened to me    So she mastered the art of treating decay    To the babbling madmen with nothing to say    So I'm lower-class tooth and she's iron fisted    I'm gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero    Give us your guns and we'll give you nirvana    Walk away       Barbers and scullions and charioteers    Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers    They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo    Who lives in the arms of this Cicero    She's bully with his eyes and a lover's secret    I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua    So give us your guns and we'll give you nirvana    Walk away       I'm king of the cafe cone    Chabanas is a sphynx who sells poison and guns    Not for holy reasons    Give us yoru guns and we'll give you nirvana    Walk away