Your smell calls to my smell
through the walls of my cell
through the lies we all tell
yeah, your stink is on my finger
till the end of time
you can change your name and shape wipe your image off the tape
think you made a clean escape yeah but your stink is on my finger
till the end of time
till the end of time
I am yours and
you are mine
your denial proved that I ain't lying
till the end of time
holy virgin pure and chaste
belt of silver round your waist
some may praise you for your taste
yeah but your stink is on my finger
till the end of time
