Father Panik Songtext
von Dagger Polyester

I′ll be your friend, with no compromise
Pretty blonde trash, the mistress of night
If this ain't real love, I don′t wanna know what is
If this isn't real love, I don't wanna know what is

Death of romance, mercy they cried
House of the holy where sinners are tried
If this ain′t real love, I don′t wanna know what is
If this isn't real love, I don′t wanna know what is

Call up, Father Panik
One in a million
Hollywood press
Dressed to undress


Call up, Bathsheba
Watch him burn like a fever
Knows what he likes
He's a got a type

Adonis farm, male-manic ride
Bodily harm, bred for slaughter just right
If this ain′t real love, I don't wanna know what is
If this isn′t real love, I don't wanna know what is

Lovers by force, like Brando and Dean
Feeling the twitch of duck and guillotine
If this ain't real love, I don′t wanna know what is
If this isn′t real love, I don't wanna know what is

Call up, Father Panik
One in a million
Hollywood press
Dressed to undress


Call up, Bathsheba
Watch him burn like a fever
Knows what he likes
He′s a got a type