If I pump out blood in the sunshine Oil on the wheel That is blasted and busted away
A nail or a little piece of glass A little piece of glass A little piece of glass Swarming like bees over the air Off the pump off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away
Like bees over the air Off the pump Off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away
Off the pump Off the thing The blood that I’m pumping away
If I pump blood in the sunshine And you wear a leather box with azaleas And I pump more blood And it seeps through my skin Will you adore the river The stream, the trickle The tributary of my heart
As I pump more blood And it seeps through my skin
Will you adore the river The stream, the trickle The tributary of my heart
If I’m pumping blood Like a common state worker If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute Would you think less of me
And my coagulating heart
Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute Coagulating heart Pumping blood
Would you top me off Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy While you yell out, “mercy” We grow apart Would you rip and cut me
Use a knife on me
Be shocked at the boldness The coldness of this little heart Tied up in leather Would you take the measure Of the blood that I pump In the manic confusion of love
Supreme violation Supreme violation “Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you”
“Oh Jack I beseech you” Supreme violation
Blood in the foyer The bathroom The tea room The kitchen, with her knives splayed
I will swallow your sharpest cutter Like a colored man’s dick
Blood spurting from me “Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…” “Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…” In the end it was an ordinary heart
“Oh Jack I beseech you” As I scream out my pain In the end it was an ordinary heart
In the end, in the end, in the end It was an ordinary heart
“Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you” Supreme violation... Oh
“Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you” I call out your name
Blood in the foyer, the bathroom, The tea room, the kitchen And knives splayed I swallow your sharpest cutter Like a colored man’s dick Blood spurting from me Blood spurting from me
“Oh Jack”
“Oh Jack, I beseech ya” In the end it was an ordinary heart
In the end it was an ordinary heart Pumping bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
