Оригинален текст
You're confiscating transmission
For liberty, no sympathy
Don't interfere with direct invitations
She's talking of communal love
If you had what it takes
Well you wouldn't be afraid
But you got no I.D.
No identity
Don't break your heart over me babe
Your body falls, too unpredictable
But I'm dancing
The game is up, your contraceptive's love
If you had what it takes
Well you wouldn't be afraid
But you got no I.D.
No identity
You programme love insatiable crime
Imprisons me in liberty
Your chauvinism's a sensuous smile
Transmission of commercial love