Baby, it's slow
When the lights go low
There's no help, no
Baby, it's slow
When lights go low
There's no help, no

He's drilling through the Spiritus Sanctus tonight
Through the dark hip falls
Screaming, "Oh, you mambos
Kill me and kill me and kill me"
If I jerk the handle
You'll die in your dreams
If I jerk the handle, jerk the handle
You'll thrill me and thrill me and thrill me

Baby, it's slow
When lights go low
There's no help, no

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Scott Engel