I was a lover, before this war
held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door
now that I`ve cleaned up, gone legit
I can see clearly: round hole
round whole, square peg don`t fit
I`m locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns
my clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there`s no one around
mano y mano, on a bed of nails
bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails
And we don`t make eye contact, when we have run-in`s in town
just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground
I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert
in a slowdance with commerce
like a lens up a skirt
And we liked to party
and we kept it live
and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang
to keep a handle on all this jive
Ennui unbridled, let`s talk to kill the time
how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine?
and it`s been a while since we went wild and that`s all fine
but we`re sleepwalking through this trial
and it`s really a crime it`s really a crime it`s really a crime
it`s really criminal
We`re just busy tempting, like fate`s on the nod
running on empty, bourbon and god
it`s been a while since we knew the way
and it`s been even longer since our plastic priest class
had a goddamned thing to say
I was a lover before this war
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