Blow the Man Down
I didn't wash up last night because it wasn't my turn, and no, you can't use some of my margarine.
Pipe the man aboard, my pleasure
Make him feel at home
Show him to his quarters
Give him hairspray and a comb
Give him tar and feathers
To anoint his skin and boneYou know the one that I mean he speaks in cryptics
Loves his sorrows helps them grow
The scars on his arms are self-inflicted
Blood let horror painted prose
Is it better to light a single candle than to curse the darknessShow him to the flag, my pleasure
Show him to the Lord
Bid him touch his forehead
To the varnished wooden floor
If he asks you questions
Tell him this and nothing moreAre you invested with supernatural power
Are you the mortar or the stone
Should we send you the bill or send you the flowers
Keep you here or send you home
Is it better to light a single candle than to curse the darknessMake your needle sharp, my pleasure
Sharper than a thorn
Stick it underneath my skin, my pleasure
Ram the plunger home
When I fall asleep
I'll tell you all you want to knowUp my back runs my central nervous system
Complete Song...
Unconnected unrestrained
Interlocking with vacuum pipes and cisterns
Making pleasure out of pain
In my mi Read more »Submitted on Sat, 2009-04-04 20:07 — Gabrielle
