Based on the deadly sin of Lust.

Eleven, eleven, eleven.

Sometimes we glimpse those beings who dance for the delight of the gods.

The "weird track." Every album needs one.

You sleazy beetch! You stole my Donna Sommers' weeg!

Before we had the iPod, we had the Walkman. Thsoe batteries died a lot, too.

Based on the deadly sin of Lust.

Eleven, eleven, eleven.

Sometimes we glimpse those beings who dance for the delight of the gods.