(if ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)



Be nice or strangle me, i 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 all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before

Say, i am now dressed befitting my coming death

Come on, don'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

Me, i 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 me, look at me...?]



If you run your country like a private prison

Expect the world's derision

Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission

So come on, humiliate me...



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


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