Tigers Lyrics

I kiss the girls that speak Marcuse.
I kiss the boys that speak Foucault.
I love the kids that know Adorno
and snub their nose at kids who don't.
I make love in theory and touch myself in practise. What's good for the posture is good for the pose.
Who let the Tigers out to kill all the lovers?

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