I've crawled out at dusk Entered the street Rollig my steps And raping Slowly Silently And impassivly They're looking at me Falling a prey of Their Breasts Thights Lips And nates And only sometimes Hunching the smile of theirs Frightened Cried out Among the street of lambs The song of a dumb whore
In the background The mugs did loom Dirty Distored Faded Stinking Maybe tommorrow I'll get a knife