Silhouettes of an English Rose With Codeine breath Hidden by cigarette smoke, She has scars on her thighs But her eyes remain wide, To you and me, Till we’re up to our knees In the hurricane water We are hers to slaughter Kisses just like a woman But she’ll break you, Like a little child.
Silhouettes of a factory girl pose, Eyes fixed on my own With a raptorial glow, So the lynching begins As she sheds several skins, Takes the fight from the dogs And the kick from the clogs.
Sometimes you’re not yourself Sometimes you’re someone else.
You were close to me, My eyes were closed, I remember you spoke. You were close to me, My grey matter ghost, I remember you spoke.
Silhouettes of an English Rose She breathes down your neck While removing her clothes, In a monotone drone, Gives you chills to the bone, She says you’re all alone, But you’re not on your own!
Sometimes you’re not yourself Sometimes you’re someone else.
You were close to me, My eyes were closed, I remember you spoke, You were close to me, My grey matter ghost, I remember you spoke,
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