I Know You’re Fucking Someone Else

[The recording begins with Glass Walls of Limbo]
[Crowd chanting]
You suck! You suck! You suck!

[Peter Steele talking to the soundman and then the crowd]
Hey, soundman. Soundman! Wake up, stupid!
Hey, turn this shit off
Hey, you say we suck?
You paid 15 dollars. 15 American dollars. To get in here
And we're getting paid. Paid for this shit
So who's the real asshole here?

One! Two!
One! Two! Three! Four!

[Canto I: Anorganic Transmutogenesis (Synthetic Division)]
"Trust and you'll be trusted"
Says the liar to the fool
Lust, so what if you're busted?
In love and war there ain't no rules
No rules!

Do you believe in forever?
I don't even believe in tomorrow
Now that all the ties are severed
The memories that bring only sorrow

Hickey!
[Guitar solo]
Alright!

I'm gonna sing a little song for you now, so listen up
[The band stops playing and Peter Steele proceeds to sing "I'm in the Mood for Love" by Doris Day]
[Crowd begins to chant]
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
[Peter Steele laughs and replies]
Hahahahaha. Yeah, fuck you too!
[Unknown person from the crowd]
This band stinks, bitch!

[Canto II: Betrayal]
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
Prophets preach forgive and forget
I'm sorry, I am unable... unable

[Canto III: Coitus Interruptus] - [Instrumental]
[A woman and Peter Steele moaning, probably having a sexual intercourse, in the end Steele screams]

[Canto IV: I Know You're Fucking Someone Else]
Hey don't think I don't know who you're doin', you stupid twat!

You went to L' Amour Saturday night
Red nails, lipstick
Dressed two sizes too tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah, I'm a man
But it still hurts!

(Slut!)
(Whore!)
(Cunt!)

I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)
I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)

You had cocks on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there's a womb there's a way
With you it's for free, yeah!

(Slut!)
You bloody whore! (Whore!)
A-you're a cunt! (Cunt!)

I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)
I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)

Done it before
So many times
I refused to learn my lesson, ah
Gave 'til it hurt
I thought it was right, well
Only fools make mistakes twice

Woah, woa woa woa woa woa woah
Woah, woa woa woah, ah
Ah

So... I sit home
Drinkin' alone
Empty bottle in my hand
Don't, don't even try
To sort out the lies
It's worse to try to understand

Woah, woa woa woa woa woa woah
Woah, woa woah
Yeah!
Woah, woah, woah, woa woah!
Uuh!
Ah!

Whoah, you, you make me hate myself!
Ah, you! Yeah, you!
Ah, you!

I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)
I know you're fucking someone else
(He knows you're fucking someone else)

Oh, I know you fucked someone else!
(He knows you're fucking someone else)
Oh, I know you're fucking someone else!
(He knows you're fucking someone else)

I know (he knows)
I said I know (he said he knows)

I know (he knows)
I know (he knows)
I know (he knows)
I know (he knows)
I know (he knows)
I know (he knows)
I know!!!

Oh! Yeah! I know!
I know!
Yeah, thanks for the memories, you fat ass bitch!

[The song ends and Peter Steele talks to the crowd again]
Hey, eat shit, you fat bastard!
Yeah, pay attention to this
Hahahahaha