In Flagrante Delicto Propagandhi

[Verse 1]
Après la petite mort, homey don't want you no more
That surge of dopamine has turned to dust
Save for the Coolidge Effect, post coitum omne triste est
That fine line between arousal and disgust

[Chorus 1]
When the act is complete
You recoil to your feet
Excuse yourself and stare
Into the mirror in disbelief
"Shit!"

[Verse 2]
Social cohesion be damned, you just had to get your hands
Upon this novel creature's flesh
The neurochemistry of all profound regret
Trust me kid, you ain't seen nothing yet

[Verse 3]
Oh, the ridiculous things in service of self-esteem
To be desired, some basic human need
The moralistic glee that we all take in the
Public airing of fellow hapless humans' sins

[Chorus 2]
Well, they're rubber, you're glue
Your webcam stares back at you
And the sprawling subdivisions
Of glass houses housed within