Jim Carroll
Them
They hit you with their papers when you're living on loan. They're the ones who say nothing when youanswer the phone. You see them in the alleys whenyou're passing late at night, but you tell your friendto check it and there's no one in sightI never wanted itI never asked for itI surely didn't sleep with themIf the phone rings, don't answer itDeath is their only way to surviveThe neck of Anubis strangled by wireThey hold their eyes in their fistOne is fire... one is iceThey roll them across the bed like some loaded dice7 come 11 but I could not stayI kissed her eyes on the sheetsI took a bus to yesterdayTheir flesh is a cemetery, centuries old...You are free as a lap dogJust do what you're toldThey wear spandex and glovesLetras de cancionesAnd feed on fetus fleshThey're the fashion rageOf the empirical ageBut I never wanted themNever asked for themDidn't sleep with themPlease don't answer itDeath is their only way to get highThe neck of Anubis strangled by wireThey say, "I'll live for your sinsIf you will die for mine..." I'll summon the darknessIf you buy the wine They're all underageYet they're a thousand years old They make you feel so clever while you're being sold
From Letras Mania