SEX: 'I looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs / It said, 'Thank you for a funky time / Call me up whenever you want to grind'
SEX: 'Blood races to your private spots / Let me know there's a fire / You can't fight passion when passion is hot'
SEX: 'Bound to deliver as you give and I collect / Squealing in passion as the rod steel injects / Lunge to the maximum, spread-eagled to the wall / You're well equipped to take it all'
SEX: 'I like your hair and the way you slide your fingers through / Maybe, just maybe way down here, you'll take me nice and easy / Don't you provoke me / Come on, stroke me'
VIOLENCE: 'Out go the lights / In goes my knife / Pull out his life / Consider that bastard dead [...] / Got your neck in the noose / I got nothing to lose / We're really gonna screw you'
SEX: 'Oh, like a fever burning faster / You spark the fire in me / Crazy feelings got me reeling / They got me raising steam / Don't you struggle / Don't you fight / Don't you worry 'cause it's your turn tonight'
VIOLENCE: 'Oh, you're so condescending / Your goal is neverending / We don't want nothing, not a thing from you / Your life is trite and jaded / Boring and confiscated / If that's your best, your best won't do'
SEX: 'Feel the silky touch of my caresses / They will keep you looking so brand new / Let me cover you with velvet kisses / I'll create a look that's made for you'
SEX/LANGUAGE: 'I got pictures of naked ladies lying on their beds / I whiff that smell, and sweet convulsion starts a'swelling inside my head / I'm making artificial lovers for free / I start to howl in the heat / I moan and growl, and the hunt drives me crazy'
DRUGS/ALCOHOL: 'I'm not a loner / I'm not a fool / Don't need a reason, reason to be cool / I got my whiskey / I got my wine / I got my woman, and this time the lights are going out'
OCCULT: 'Howl like a wolf, and a witch will open the door / Follow me and meet our high priestess [...] / Suck the blood from this unholy knife / Say after me: My soul belongs to Satan'
DRUGS/ALCOHOL: 'It was really a meeting / The bottle took a beating / The ladies of the manor watched me climb into my car and I was going down the track about a hundred and five [...] / But at the canal turn, I hit an oily patch / Inebriation'
Mary Jane Girls
SEX: 'I'll be your sugar in the morning and the sweet stuff you need at night / When it comes down to making love, I'll satisfy your every need and every fantasy you think up'
OCCULT: 'Look at me, Satan's child / Born of evil thus defiled / Brought to life through Satanic birth / Raised in Hell to live on Earth'
SEX: 'I see them every night in tight blue jeans, in the pages of a blue boy magazine / I've been thinking of a new sensation / I'm picking up, good vibration [...] / They say I better stop or I'll go blind [...] / They say I better get a chaperone / Because I can't stop messing with the danger zone / No, I won't worry, and I won't fret / Ain't no law against it yet'