4 41 Am (Sexual Revolution) Lyrics

 Hey...girl
 Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
 Tomorrow lets make our new resolution
Yeah, but tonight lie still
While I plunder your sweet grave
 And remember
Only the poor can be saved
Hey girl
 As I've always said I prefer your lips red
 Not what the good Lord made
 But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
Only the dead go free
 So...please, hold my hand
As we blunder through the maze
 And remember
 Nothing can grow without rain
 (Thunder)
Don't...
Don't point your finger at me
I awoke in a fever
 The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat
 She said, you've been having a nightmare
 And it's not over yet
Then she picked up the doggy in the window
 (The one with the waggly tail)
And she put him to bed between two bits of bread