Somebody has got the Time
Time stopped going by
and it fell asleep in your bag of lube and condoms
and you offered me to smell it
and said your friends would take to me instantly
but you didn't even know what my favorite color was
[and it is after all so obvious]
just like your girlfriend
you are just like your girlfriend
I'm putting on some music baby
to cover up that smell
please clarify your intentions
don't tell me again
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
and give me reason to believe
that the bedsheets on your form are made of steel
you are not the little Pilgrim
you can walk away and be forgotten
and I am sure I can do that too
but I don't believe it
and I get nervous
You know I don't say "baby"
to anybody
but if you get me drunk
I could have swore a month ago I saw you
in a secular newspaper on the outskirts of town
masturbating with a large pink canister
of RAID roach killing spray
Hunt for survivors
I'm not going to mention
guns and razors and knives and needles
and pills and self-mutilation and hospital leave
and anal sex just to spite you
I really feel happy right now
This is mine - do you believe it?
It's attached and I can show you if you want to see
yet I still manage to walk
one of god's little miracles
and it doesn't compare to one of your
little deaths
les petits morts
les petits morts
not mots
vou
you are wrong
and you have to eat them now
as opposed to watching black and white movies with me in bed
we must have punishment -
it shows caring
that's something that lopsided haired dykes don't understand
punishment shows caring
put in a good word for the last word
without having to spell things out
don't give me that crap
I don't even own a tie
leave me out of your orgy of bad dentistry
bring your boyfriends from PR and your architects
from the Robert Moses Bronx Center of Decency
and lay them out
side by side
in that huge rotten ship
of a slave trade you've got between those swollen legs
I have to smile
because I made the choice to
and as we speak I am taking in large amounts of traveling papers
and getting far far away from your starving tattooed park bench
I'm draining off the rainwater and filling my head with such thoughts
that would see you through a lethal overdose
of "sodium pentathol" [sic]
and out to lunch
on a cigarette raft to Madrid
and it fell asleep in your bag of lube and condoms
and you offered me to smell it
and said your friends would take to me instantly
but you didn't even know what my favorite color was
[and it is after all so obvious]
just like your girlfriend
you are just like your girlfriend
I'm putting on some music baby
to cover up that smell
please clarify your intentions
don't tell me again
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
and give me reason to believe
that the bedsheets on your form are made of steel
you are not the little Pilgrim
you can walk away and be forgotten
and I am sure I can do that too
but I don't believe it
and I get nervous
You know I don't say "baby"
to anybody
but if you get me drunk
I could have swore a month ago I saw you
in a secular newspaper on the outskirts of town
masturbating with a large pink canister
of RAID roach killing spray
Hunt for survivors
I'm not going to mention
guns and razors and knives and needles
and pills and self-mutilation and hospital leave
and anal sex just to spite you
I really feel happy right now
This is mine - do you believe it?
It's attached and I can show you if you want to see
yet I still manage to walk
one of god's little miracles
and it doesn't compare to one of your
little deaths
les petits morts
les petits morts
not mots
vou
you are wrong
and you have to eat them now
as opposed to watching black and white movies with me in bed
we must have punishment -
it shows caring
that's something that lopsided haired dykes don't understand
punishment shows caring
put in a good word for the last word
without having to spell things out
don't give me that crap
I don't even own a tie
leave me out of your orgy of bad dentistry
bring your boyfriends from PR and your architects
from the Robert Moses Bronx Center of Decency
and lay them out
side by side
in that huge rotten ship
of a slave trade you've got between those swollen legs
I have to smile
because I made the choice to
and as we speak I am taking in large amounts of traveling papers
and getting far far away from your starving tattooed park bench
I'm draining off the rainwater and filling my head with such thoughts
that would see you through a lethal overdose
of "sodium pentathol" [sic]
and out to lunch
on a cigarette raft to Madrid