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FATIMA MANSIONS
Lost in The Former West 1995
Humiliate Me текст песни
Humiliate Me
(if ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)
Be nice or strangle me, I don't care
Good times are not what's lured me here
Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume
I try to stand and confess to i-don't-know-who
& the criminal insane
Look so gentle when they're being entertained
Gunsmiths and prison warders
A gallery of brain disorders
Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers
Come on: humiliate me
...and I'll come sex with you if you pay,
I tell a stranger who silently turns away
I strip naked and I head for the open door
The man in the tux holds it open
He's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before
Say, I am now dressed befitting my coming death
Come on, don't be so useless
Don't I stir any juices
As I dance the dance of the seven nooses?
Lovely! humiliate me!
Some people dress for success
They press the flesh under savage duress
Me, I stay quiet 'til the time is right
Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night
I'm not so much about stopping the rot
I just want to see the little guy on top--
I'll pay to see the little guy on top!
[...? ]
[look at me, look at me...? ]
If you run your country like a private prison
Expect the world's derision
Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission
So come on, humiliate me...
(get a [rose? ], you can [...? ] if you want!)
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