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Twilight's falling peacefully across the railway line |
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The lamps come on in Pervert Park and the moon begins to shine |
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There's a distant sound of barking dogs up at Pubic Peak |
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The beds all creak at Deviant Falls, and there's molls on Murder Street |
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I'm your station master, welcome all and sundry |
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To Psychopathia, Sexualis, population six hundred |
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Typical in every way except one, and that's apparent |
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The walls in all the buildings here are totally transparent |
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Puffing round the railway track here comes the evening train |
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Bringing Dr Kinsey back to talk with us again |
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We must be doing something right cos he comes time after time |
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Excuse me just one minute, there's a critter on the line |
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Good evening Dr Kinsey, why thank you, not too bad |
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I guess you're staying over at the Hotel Marquis de Sade? |
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Why look, there's Zack the owner, I can see him through the wall |
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Tying Louise to the writing desk and making her suck his balls |
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I see you've got your notebook out, you know it takes all sorts |
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I sometimes think it's just as well we can't see people's thoughts |
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Even if their actions often speak out loud and clear |
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At least in Psychopathia, I think that's why you're here |
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We may be small, but we like to think we're all blessed |
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Welcome to Psychopathia, SX. |
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There's beautiful waterfalls, there's lovely valleys |
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In Psychopathia, Sexualis |
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I'll help you with your luggage, sir, the station's closing now |
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I'll take this one, that's all right, I can lift it -- holy cow! |
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Doctor, what you got in there, cine cameras? Well I never |
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Oh look, here's Rob the farmhand, Evening, Rob, lovely weather! |
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Maybe you should follow him and wait outside the barn |
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He'll penetrate the dairy cows, it doesn't do no harm |
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Some folks even think it makes the milk drink even better |
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But others kind of wish he'd think to wear a French letter |
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A typical American town, the same as all the rest |
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Welcome to Psychopathia, SX. |
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Evening, Reverend, how's your sister, your lovely sister your wife? |
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Here comes Pete the mailman, he interferes with children |
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Evening Pete, you doing all right? Some say he's even killed 'em |
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But if he did he's got the bodies well hid, threw Bill right off the track |
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That's just as well, cos Sherrif Bill's a necrophiliac |
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What you writing, doctor, looks like a perscription |
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Them words is Latin, ain't they, some technical description? |
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Well, here's your hotel, I'll leave you now, got to lock the station |
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Then mosey home for another night of lonely masturbation |
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In hornery America, see, there ain't much else to do |
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I guess that's why we're valuable to scientists like you |
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A typical American town with transparent walls |
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Psychopathia, Sexualis, goodnight y'all |
