shuffling motionlessly across heaven while ballads for the starving play and
everyone sings
she presses close against me and i know what i’d rather have
mad she is and cruel she is but want her anyway this one does
special to many others she is not but magic and freshness she gives to me
thrashing around the floor with she moving as one with the music and the
good life
tomorrow she will kill me but i’ll live for the pleasure of tonight
others have me and others want me but i want her
music fades in and out and why can’t i do what i want
my music comes on loud and fast and i writhe with pleasure
i move and jerk like an epileptic touched by god with the falling sickness
i thrash out of time and a soothsayer screams beware the ides of march
others have me and others want me but i want her
music cries fast and loud and why can’t i do what i want
– peter paul
