Tekster: Therapy?. Babyteeth. Punishment Kiss.

Little Ian, the camp old queen
Went to London and came back lean
Little Leslie, fond of the sun
Came back with more than a tan
Tried to change the shape of their lives
Carved from concrete with a welfare knife
Their vain brains in their hedonistic heads
Only carved a hole in their bodies instead

Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next

Oh, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss

Little Ian, the camp old queen
Went to London and came back lean
Little Leslie, fond of the sun
Came back with more than a tan
Tried to change the shape of their lives
Carved from concrete with a welfare knife
Their vain brains in their hedonistic heads
Only carved a hole in their bodies instead

Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next

Oh, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss

Oh no, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss
Punishment kiss
Punishment kiss
Punishment kiss