Casual Sex 作词：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Casual sex, is it irrational? Yes, I think it's time to find out why And soon I fall asleep, it's nighttime In a dream there's a dolphin and a soldier They're walking through the sand and toward a morgue
In an office there's a hostess who has carried our friend And wheeled him into a drawer, she pulls his file, the air is cold Down the aisle we follow her, I'm thinking casual sex, the feeling Casual sex, the soldier's life's the same as mine And he's attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet A new wave soldier's standing next to a young nun
The nun just has to pace, her Gothic skirt over her legs They're getting warmer toward the insides and their tops
The inexistence of time is not a painting, it's life They're into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet A new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun
The sound of her voice and the handle of the robe Are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak The nun just strikes a pose, the soldier's helmet hits the floor He's walking backward until he's pinned against stained glass