Are you ready on the bass?
Organ?
Are you ready on guitar?
Shut up, shut up guitar!
Ow!

I'm gonna be short, tell you a story
About vice, lice and depravity
About the M.A.R.Q.U.I.S. D.E. S.A.D.E
But first I'm gonna tell you what I started doing again today
You know what I started doing again today?
"What?" Lemme tell you...

Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again

According to me, Mister Marquis, you mix up passion and cruelty
'Cos passion extinguishes sympathy and makes you cold and hard like me
Stronger and stronger charms are needed to satisfy the passion
And pain awakens nerves when utilized in this fashion
The pain of others also causes extraordinary excitation
And this cruelty shows your energy (intelligence) not your degeneration
Horrible spectacle, execution, slaughter, disease and death...
You ain't tasted nothing 'til you got Foetus on your breath!
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again

Castration, masturbation, flagellation, come on, use your imagination
You may need lubrication for the appropriate preparation
So tighten up the thumbscrews, put on this evening gown (and don't you make a sound)
And no one leaves 'til their extremities are dragging on the ground

Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again

You won't get hungry, everything's swallowed, nothin goes to waste
'Cos once it's been down your throat a few times it's not such a bitter taste
So come on, hit me one time and let's blaspheme my friend
Get up get down get sideways ain't no party and it never ends

Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again
Today I started slogging again