Momus - Psychopathia Sexualis lyrics

Twilight's falling peacefully across
The railway line
The lamps come on in Pervert Park
And the moon begins to shine
There's a distant sound of barking
Dogs up at Pubic Peak
The beds all creak at Deviant Falls
And there's molls on Murder Street
I'm your station master
Welcome all and sundry
To Psychopathia, Sexualis
Population six hundred
Typical in every way except one
And that's apparent
The walls in all the buildings
Here are totally transparent

Puffing round the railway track here
Comes the evening train
Bringing Dr Kinsey back to talk with us again
We must be doing something right cos
He comes time after time
Excuse me just one minute
There's a critter on the line

Good evening Dr Kinsey, why thank you
Not too bad i guess you're staying over at
The Hotel Marquis de Sade?
Why look, there's Zack the owner
I can see him through the wall
Tying Louise to the writing desk and
Making her suck his balls
I see you've got your notebook out
You know it takes all sorts
I sometimes think it's just as well
We can't see people's thoughts
Even if their actions often speak
Out loud and clear at least in Psychopathia
I think that's why you're here

We may be small
But we like to think we're all blessed
Welcome to Psychopathia, SX
There's beautiful waterfalls
There's lovely valleys
In Psychopathia, Sexualis

I'll help you with your luggage, sir
The station's closing now
I'll take this one, that's all right
I can lift it - holy cow!
Doctor, what you got in there
Cine cameras? Well I never
Oh look, here's Rob the
Farmhand, Evening, Rob, lovely weather!
Maybe you should follow him and
Wait outside the barn
He'll penetrate the dairy cows
It doesn't do no harm
Some folks even think it makes
The milk drink even better
But others kind of wish he'd think
To wear a French letter

A typical American town
The same as all the rest
Welcome to Psychopathia, SX

Evening, Reverend, how's your sister
Your lovely sister, your wife?

Well here comes Pete the mailman
He interferes with children evening Pete
You doing all right? Some say
He's even killed 'em
But, if he did he's got the bodies well hid
Threw Bill right off the track
That's just as well
Cos Sherrif Bill's a necrophiliac
What you writing, doctor
Looks like a prescription
Them words is Latin
Ain't they some technical description?
Well, here's your hotel, I'll leave you now
Got to lock the station
Then mosey home for another
Night of lonely masturbation

In hornery America, see
There ain't much else to do
I guess that's why we're valuable
To scientists like you
A typical American town
With transparent walls
Psychopathia, Sexualis, goodnight y'all