Lyric 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!)