The only car on the raw sheet highway is riding The stars for him are only coat lining You cannot sweat a piebald horse and make it a steed I cannot take your want and make it a need
They keep wasting you, wasting you Just to get a taste you They've been wasting you, wasting you Just to get a taste of you
Ted saw a black man's lips And a movie star's blond He shook her little bobby sox Until the thrill was gone, the thrill was gone
He had tasted her, tasted her Smiled right into the base of her He kept racing her, racing her Stayed alive, outpacing her
Blue bore the quiet land the best that he could He learned war was silent and he understood The fleshy pages of women wet from the rain The rising, flooding water, feeling no pain, feeling no pain
Alone waits in him, aches in him Takes up more than it makes of him Alone shakes in him, hates in him Thrums in the subway gate of him
She gathered rocks and twigs up in her skirt She got the tired, wired drugs to make her get hurt She ordered nature to her design She went to sleep and dreamed asleep and it felt more fine, it felt more fine
The drug banked on her, blanked for her Never bowed to the rank in her It low-sank in her, drank in her Never bothered with thanking her
They keep wasting me, wasting me Eating up more than a taste of me This time shakes in me, takes of me Uses up more than it makes of me