1990

There’s no perfect remedy
I’ll confide in you
Souls are so corruptible
You won’t want to know
About me, just what you see
You’ll get from me

I’ll confide in you
And you won’t want to know
Stuck in 1990
The gods didn’t settle scores
To be able to escape
From me, just what you see
You’ll get from me

Insatiable nature
I’ll dig between your lips
Today it’s gonna rain and the earth will open up

Baby, please

From me
Just what you see
You’ll get from me

From me
You’ll see
You’ll get from me
You’ll see what I want
What will you get from me?
Stuck in 1990