You got more attention

Than Cleopatra's lips

Sucking on a swizzle stick

Black dogs (?) clothing pavilions

On those pleasure trips

As far as illumination goes

In the darkest deep, Germany, looked like Vegas strip

You had more to measure than Ebakenezor

Your greatest wish was to let the enemy not exist

Night sounds, the pound of sleep snores

Through restless downpours

Through murmurs in the mist

Ah, damn

As far as illumination is

May the darkest roots whither you 

Looked like Vegas strip

Narcotic roots, whither you, lit up like the Vegas strip

When you turn it on, turn it on, turn it on

You could really turn it on

We were supported by the sound of violins

And held in their diaphones grips

Black dogs, sense the pounding, start surrounding

You're in their lips

It's like the darkest deep (?) up like the Vegas strip

Through your dark intent, time is spent

Black dogs on the Vegas strip

You're like the enterprise that led the pride

Black dogs on the Vegas strip

Turn it on as far as illumination goes