Don't you know what you could do for me

With one thin rope?

Don't you know what you could do for me

With one more stroke?

Don't you know what your heaving breath

Does for this burnt swelling flesh?

Don't you know how I feel with your

Fingers around my neck?



Pass me the rope

The burn is intense

I'm starting to choke

The yearning relents

Like a pig in a poke

I've hurt and I've hoped

Well I lie for the life of me

The biles at the back of my throat



There's a bloated germ in my belly

That yearns for one small slit

Therein this writhing sperm

This blow off in the grit



Pass me the rope

The burn is intense

I'm starting to choke

The yearning relents

Like a pig in a poke

I've hurt and I've hoped

Well I lie for the life of me

The biles at the back of my throat



I don't need no one to tell me nothing

I can take myself in my own good time

I met my maker when I met my mother

Not the seven bribes of Christ

Don't trespass on my patience

Your eyes are bigger than your belly

Like the letter of the law

Like the ulcerating sore

I'm sucking on the stick that stinks



Pass me the rope

The burn is intense

I'm starting to choke

The yearning relents

Like a pig in a poke

I've hurt and I've hoped

Well I lie for the life of me

The biles at the back of my throat