(if ever you're going hungrythere's always the graveyard...)



Be nice or strangle meI don't care

Good times are not what's lured me here

Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume

I try to stand and confess to i-don't-know-who

& the criminal insane

Look so gentle when they're being entertained

Gunsmiths and prison warders

A gallery of brain disorders

Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers

Come on: humiliate me



"...and I'll come sex with you if you pay"

I tell a stranger who silently turns away

I strip naked and I head for the open door

The man in the tux holds it open

He's seen it allhe's seen it allhe's seen it all before

SayI am now dressed befitting my coming death

Come ondon't be so useless

Don't I stir any juices

As I dance the dance of the seven nooses? 

Lovely! humiliate me!



Some people dress for success

They press the flesh under savage duress

MeI stay quiet 'til the time is right

Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night

I'm not so much about stopping the rot

I just want to see the little guy on top--

I'll pay to see the little guy on top!

[...? ]

[look at melook at me...? ]



If you run your country like a private prison

Expect the world's derision

Whythey wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission

So come onhumiliate me...



(get a [rose? ]you can [...? ] if you want!)