Masters of the Universe

Manon Manon keeps a corpse in his home
Manon Manon picks the flesh from her bones
Manon Manon Manon
Manon hard and white as a stone
Manon Manon sits alone, all alone
Manon Mano Manon
Oh, Manon Manon Manon leave her body alone
Manon Manon put a match to your home
Manon Manon Manon
Oh, Manon
Dans les jardins on peut voir Manon un enfant de quarante-cinq ans
Ca femme est morte, oui, c'est vrai, mais il cueillit la peau de ces os
Derriere les arbres, il voit une jeune fille en jouant avec son frere
Il les approche
Je vous renonce Manon
Vous etes un vrai chien
Laissez son corps en paix Manon Manon.

Dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go
They have too much and then
They have too much again and then more
They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere that I go
Oh dogs are everywhere almost everywhere that I go
They have too much and then they have too much again and then more
They leave their scent behind them everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere that I go
They always wag their tails at all the pretty girls and older women
They find their own way in and they rip up everything that I believe in
Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere, yes dogs are everywhere that I go
They get down on all fours when you walk through the door
They whine and beg around your feet like a dog for something sweet
They sink their teeth in you, they're tearing you in two
Remains are buried out of doors
Oh I want some more
I want some more
Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere oh dogs are everywhere that I go
Sometimes I have to wonder about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere yes dogs are everywhere
Yes dogs are everywhere that I go that I go, that I go, that I go
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
Dogs are everywhere.

Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight
I know a woman with a picture of Roger Moore
in a short towel and dressing-gown pinned to her bedroom wall
She married a man who works on a building site
Now they make love beneath Roger every Friday night Oh
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight
Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun
And when the day was over there were only ninety-one
Another I know
Well, she laughs too loud with her friends
Playing it safe on the surface to give her heart time to mend
And then one day without warning he walks unannounced through the door
And he picks her heart up off the table and he watches it smash on the floor
Ninety-seven lovers twisted out of shape and just one kiss could set them straight
Ninety-seven lovers rose to meet the sun
And when the day was over there were only ninety-one.

Starts so slowly, just a place to stay
Somewhere warm where they can spend their days
Air is stagnant and he feels unclean
Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
Broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night
Once it's started it can never stop
Fills his head with a dark damp fog
In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by
Days get longer and he starts to drink
Spews his stomach in the kitchen sink
Tells his children they should have respect
Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away
In the meantime stomach turns to fat
She tries to tell him but he can't have that
She's only 'jealous' and she's 'telling lies'
Standing naked in his flesh disguise
It took him months to get her into bed, now he's got her he just wants her dead
She wants excitement and she needs romance, all she gets are dirty underpants
Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die
The wind is blowing and the rain falls down
Sends his family on a trip down town
Sees them die in a burning wreck
Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
He knows he's finished but he can't stop now
And he wants to end it but he can't see how
And it's all in pieces, thrown it all away
Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way
And he wants some quiet and he needs it now
But the scream he's started's getting far too loud
And he still pretends he does it just for now
His day will come he'll lose it all somehow
Killing time until his ship arrives
Been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk
But he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk
And he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground
He tries to stand but he keeps falling down and it's hard to know he doesn't count for
much
He's not a has-been, just a never-was
Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all
He hates his wife and he hates them all
Hates his wife
Hates them all.

Oh, there's a place for you
You'd better stay in it
A place for everything and of course all you can do is talk about it
Oh, you've got it all
Yes you've got it all
Yes you've got it all
You've got it all
It let you down
Now it doesn't seem so simple that dirt gets everywhere
And your mouth won't get you out of it
Standing naked, standing bare
Oh you knew it all
Yes you knew it all
Yes you knew it all
You knew it all
It let you down
Now see it all burning, your contract in ashes, your clean-living lovers.
Your reasonable wishes, your time-tabled kisses
Your well-rehearsed phrases, your separate bedrooms, your forbidden places
You're out on the moorland
You're naked and bleeding with no kind of shelter and no place to hide in
You're screaming for mercy, abandonned, forsaken
You're screaming for mercy and then you awaken
La la lala lala lala la...
Oh.

Walking from the scene of some humiliation feeling like a dog.
Walking from the scene of some romantic triumph feeling like God.
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles? Where's the toffs slumming it?
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty?
Walk towards the small town lights, felt brighter than the lot of them
Can have anything, can never fail.
The will to power, the force of destiny and efficiency.
Generations glimpse the high pitch, play it for real, four billion spectators look on;
Judging, analysing, losing; sinking, swimming, striving, longing, failing.
Weak flesh projected through Europe on speed of all the needs;
Suck and sate, forces of fate.
A polemic, a sharp cutter, a fashion, a spirit, a simplicity.
The only choice, the only voice, in the darkness.
The only choice, the only voice.
1933, where are you now? Where are the broken bottles?
Where's the fanaticism? Where's truth and beauty? Where's truth and beauty? ...

You're just a little girl (with blue eyes)
Everybody looks at you (well, it's your day)
And you're stepping from the black car
But you'll be getting back in soon (and on your way)
Little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may
Dad's not got a shot-gun
But his look's enough to murder you (see what you've done) and forget about the paintings
'Cos you'd better get the washing done (oh something's wrong)
Little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away
Hey you'll give it up one day come what may
Face down on the pavement, chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run)
And now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can't understand (where you've gone)
Oh little girl (with blue eyes)
There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs
You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said
You'll never get away
Hey you'll give it up one day come what may.