The Tiger Lillies - Sexual Dependency (Brecht & Weill) lyrics

There goes a man the very soul of Satan He rushes in while others are debating co*k-eared conniving with all the trimmings I know one thing that brings him down it's women In women he feels deep pathology And then he feels his old s**ual dependency Some turn to the Bible Some stick with the law Some meditate until it's half past four Some turn to Christ some anarchist At lunch you pick the best wine on the list At tea-time what high ideals you're brewing But come the night time you're down some black hole Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing They're all the same in love's confusion Geniuses stuck on prostitution Those who swear they will forbear the clinches Whose arms are they in the wenches They feign resist their lush authority And then they feel that old s**ual dependency Some turn to the Bible Some turn with the law Some meditate until it's half past four Some turn to Christ some anarchist At lunch you pick the best wine on the list At tea-time what high ideals you are pursuing But come the night time you're down some black hole Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Screwing Sexual dependency