There's a boot on your head And spit on the leather and skin A muffled roar, a pink rose And something throbbing within
There's star in your ear And something stuck in your throat There's a scar right here Where my heart went afloat
Pornero
There are those who rose from their bed God knows what went through their head But they caught a bus, a train, a break And went ahead And they're miserable dogs now Food for dogs now, but not you You shimmer and shine, an angel divine And every night...