words by Robert Jan Stips

she looked like instant pudding,
it was the cream of the commercial increase

she tore her wardrobe wond'ring what
what kind of freedom was this sudden release

she was naked

we dream of pin-up purchase
reveal philosophies like instant pudding

we need her on the blue screen, she
she gives us soul to keep our minds clean, aha

we are naked

dona nobis pacem

from beginning till the end

dona nobis pacem