We took the children
Made 'em listen
Gave 'em lines and gave 'em prison
Requisition ammunition
Allocate just what they're missing
Some discipline
Disciples
Shiny rifles
Itchy fingers
Open Bibles
Watershed and Evil Dead (end)

Get in
Get into me
Get in the pink
So stand aside, I'm coming in

You got soul on your side
I'm left to my right
You fit like a charm
So I dare to extend my arm

My hand got bitten
But I'm really coming along
Apply the balm and see the people getting it on

Like I said, stand aside, I'm coming in
I'm aping thee
I stand erect and swing in trees
I shout of football in the street

I'm getting it on to convince you you're wrong
That you'll come to no harm
If you dare to extend your arm

But your hand got bitten
Now you're really coming along
Piranha karma
See the people getting it on
Getting it on...

We took the children to the mountain
Made 'em ill and filled prescriptions
Contradictions
Dogs of war with teeth of wisdom
Shine the searchlight through a prism
Through a pinhole
Hold a candle
To the playground
Kids don't play there any more
Oh why are swings such sinister things?

We all got bitten
But we're really coming along
Wake from our coma to be the people getting it on
Getting it on
Getting it on.