Right, last defense time.
Guy walks into a bar, dressed to the nines,
he asks “hey, why’s your bar got a bow-tie?”
Ha HA HA!!
Ha HA!
right? Right!
shit’s funny.
last defense.
‘n it don’t matter, don’t matter none,
it don’t matter that the neck’s gone wrung,
just listen to the words sung.
love, darlin’, sweetheart, kid,
I got this affliction to your affection,
it’s gone and made me addicted,
feed me, give me, steal me away from realization.
last defense.
Let’s fuck like tomorrow ain’t,
and love like it won’t ever end.
just touch me, don’t let it end.
“Hey, why’s your bar got a bow-tie?”
‘n god damn I ain’t for the holdin’ back,
but all teeth ‘n dick ‘n fist ‘n ‘n ‘n
too much
too much for the say.
it ain’t drawin’ blood, love,
it’s just the climbin’ back.
last line of defense,
tell me you get that?
you gotta get that?
gotta get that rage boilin’
feed it all to the fire,
burn, boy, burn,
crackle at finger-tips,
tingle at the lips!
come on, love, if I ain’t rippin’ that tank top,
come on, smack me upside the jaw,
bruise me, beat me,
love, it ain’t about the pain,
ain’t about the feel,
it’s about the go, the motion,
the fuckin’
fuckin’
fuckin’
climb back from…
it’s just better unsaid.
I gotta, I just gotta,
gotta rip, ‘n tear, ‘n bite, ‘n punch, ‘n kick,
‘n scream, Scream, [S] [C] [R] [E] [A] [M]
‘n if the bed ain’t bent, beat, ‘n bloodied,
we ain’t done yet.
love, we gotta fuck like I’m dyin’,
we gotta fight like I’m lyin’,
love, we gotta laugh like I’m cryin’,
‘n that’s just…
