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Psychopathia sexualis

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?

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 perscription

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