Tekster: Lower Class Brats. The Plot Sickens. Sex And Violence.

(Sex sex!)
In the zone, I'm all alone; staring at the picture tube.
my mind is vigils, broken vigils, broken rules.
look at me; did you think, that you would see my thoughts.
take one step closer, a little closer, read my thoughts.

[Chorus:]
Sex, Sex! Violence! (woahhhh-oh-ohhhh)
Sex! Sex! Violence! (woahhhh-oh-ohhhh ohhhh-oh-ohhhh)

Back seat; automobile; robbin' lessing lust
there's no secret, your haunting secret, last mist trust.
yell it out, scream with pleasure; but don't put up a fight.
here comes a moment; a treasured moment, of passion flights.

[Chorus]

Scream, running, got your face in the mud.
You're talking needs a better trace
Humiliation, aggravation, so quick to hate.
yell it out, scream with pain, the battle was fought you lost.
it's only violence, sex and violence, son tie nonts

[Chorus]

(ohhhh-oh-ohhhh) oh, yea, ohhhh!