| Song | Pyotr |
| Artist | Bad Books |
| Bare breasted, you make love in the turret | |
| I feel each single thrust that you take | |
| And in silence I watch on from the bastion | |
| Entranced, I make myself look away | |
| Bare breasted we make love in the turret | |
| And I've never loved nobody other than you | |
| And in silence, I can feel as you quiver | |
| Keep quiet, we both know what he would do. | |
| I know I am not that the man you desire | |
| I know you think that I am some kind of fool | |
| And I know you would gaze in his eyes forever | |
| I've figured out just how to give that to you | |
| When he found us in the western wing sleeping | |
| You cried at all of the things you thought he would do | |
| And I tell you in the heat of the scuffle | |
| Nobody ever takes my eyes off of you | |
| And Oh Katherine how you run me my fever | |
| Oh Katherine, tell me was it worth it for him? | |
| 'Cause These gallows are no place for the stubborn | |
| Just you and your lover as a dark souvenir | |
| She sees me on display inside the museum | |
| Comes every morning and again when she can | |
| Strokes her blistered hand across my glass container | |
| Saying "it’s so good to see you back here again" |
| Bare breasted, you make love in the turret | |
| I feel each single thrust that you take | |
| And in silence I watch on from the bastion | |
| Entranced, I make myself look away | |
| Bare breasted we make love in the turret | |
| And I' ve never loved nobody other than you | |
| And in silence, I can feel as you quiver | |
| Keep quiet, we both know what he would do. | |
| I know I am not that the man you desire | |
| I know you think that I am some kind of fool | |
| And I know you would gaze in his eyes forever | |
| I' ve figured out just how to give that to you | |
| When he found us in the western wing sleeping | |
| You cried at all of the things you thought he would do | |
| And I tell you in the heat of the scuffle | |
| Nobody ever takes my eyes off of you | |
| And Oh Katherine how you run me my fever | |
| Oh Katherine, tell me was it worth it for him? | |
| ' Cause These gallows are no place for the stubborn | |
| Just you and your lover as a dark souvenir | |
| She sees me on display inside the museum | |
| Comes every morning and again when she can | |
| Strokes her blistered hand across my glass container | |
| Saying " it' s so good to see you back here again" |