The Shamen - Raspberry Infundibulum lyrics

Growing large in a small room, with a sickly air I was blind to principle, in the neon glare A gutter goddess with a practice smile Is the bringer of rough temptation To another unworthy worshipper, for a small consideration Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Artificial ecstasy, covered every trace Of the bleak antipathy, underneath her face So I rushed to the finish of a twisted tale That I knew was less than holy Did it sin, dear father? Shall I burn in hell? For I quite enjoyed the story Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum Here I come, for her raspberry infundibulum