(if ever youre going hungry, theres always the graveyard...)

Be nice or strangle me, I dont care
Good times are not whats lured me here
Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume
I try to stand and confess to i-dont-know-who
& the criminal insane
Look so gentle when theyre being entertained
Gunsmiths and prison warders
A gallery of brain disorders
Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers
Come on: humiliate me

...and Ill 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
Hes seen it all, hes seen it all, hes seen it all before
Say, I am now dressed befitting my coming death
Come on, dont be so useless
Dont 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 dont want a terrible night
Im not so much about stopping the rot
I just want to see the little guy on top--
Ill 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 worlds derision
Why, they wouldnt baptize you with a snails emission
So come on, humiliate me...

(get a [rose? ], you can [...? ] if you want!)