Quasimodo
Protector Lyrics


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Finally it's over, a hard week of work
He's coming home, the telephone rings
It's his best friend, it's time for a party
So let's move and have some fun
What an orgy, music is good
Alcohol is fleeding, half-dead neighbours
Chaos - sex
Booze - women
But all this girls are killing hisprick
Blonde, brown, red: "We don't want your dick!"
Slowly his body is starting to change
A hump on his back, his face is deformed
Panic on the party, he's chasing the girls
Years of abstinence...
Too much for a man!
He's howling out: "All I want is sex!"
All he wants is pussy, is that to much?
Running aimless through the streets
Up the steeple crying loud:
"No cunt - no tits
No screw - no love!"




No girls want him, is this life?
Breakneck leap, flying free!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Protector's song "Quasimodo" tell the story of a man who had a hard week at work and is looking forward to a night of fun with his best friend. Alcohol, chaos, and sexual encounters with various women ensue. However, the man starts to go through physical changes, developing a hump on his back and a deformed face. The women at the party reject him, causing him to become desperate and eventually turn into a monster, chasing girls through the streets. The lyrics explore themes of sexuality, rejection, and transformation.


The song can be interpreted as a cautionary tale warning against the dangers of excessive drinking and sexual promiscuity. The singer's physical transformation can be seen as a metaphor for the emotional and psychological damage that can come from engaging in such behavior. Furthermore, the rejection by the women at the party highlights the potential consequences of objectifying and degrading others for one's own pleasure.


Line by Line Meaning

Finally it's over, a hard week of work
After a difficult week at work, he is relieved that it's over and he can relax.


He's coming home, the telephone rings
As he's getting home, he receives a call from his best friend inviting him to a party.


It's his best friend, it's time for a party
His best friend called to invite him to a party.


So let's move and have some fun
Excited by the prospect of a party, he's ready to go and have fun.


What an orgy, music is good
The party is wild with great music.


Alcohol is fleeding, half-dead neighbours
The alcohol is flowing freely and the people in the neighborhood are getting drunk.


Chaos - sex
There's chaos at the party, with people having sex everywhere.


Booze - women
Drunk on alcohol, he's surrounded by women.


But all this girls are killing hisprick
The women at the party aren't interested in him, which frustrates him.


Blonde, brown, red: "We don't want your dick!"
The women at the party are turning him down, regardless of their hair color.


Slowly his body is starting to change
As a result of his pent up sexual frustration, his body is starting to transform.


A hump on his back, his face is deformed
He's growing a hump on his back and his face is becoming grotesque.


Panic on the party, he's chasing the girls
The party-goers are panicking as he chases after the women.


Years of abstinence...
The reason for his current state is years of abstaining from sex.


Too much for a man!
His sexual frustration is too much for him to handle.


He's howling out: "All I want is sex!"
He's yelling that all he wants is sex.


All he wants is pussy, is that to much?
He's upset that all he wants is sex, yet he's unable to get any.


Running aimless through the streets
Frustrated and angry, he runs aimlessly through the streets.


Up the steeple crying loud:
He climbs up to the top of a steeple and cries out:


"No cunt - no tits
He yells that he can't find a woman willing to sleep with him.


No screw - no love!"
He equates sex with love and says that without it, he can't feel loved.


No girls want him, is this life?
He's feeling dejected that no women are attracted to him and wonders if this is what life is.


Breakneck leap, flying free!
He ultimately decides to take a leap off the steeple, freeing himself from his despair.




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