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(If ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)Be nice or strangle me, I don't careGood times are not what's lured me hereBad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfumeI try to stand and confess to I-don't-know-who& the criminal insanelook so gentle when they're being entertainedGunsmiths and prison wardersA gallery of brain disordersPorn stars handcuffed to their fathersCome on: humiliate me"...and I'll come sex with you if you pay,"I tell a stranger who silently turns awayI strip naked and I head for the open doorThe man in the tux holds it openHe's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all beforeSay, I am now dressed befitting my coming deathCome on, don't be so uselessDon't I stir any juicesas I dance the dance of the seven nooses?Lovely! Humiliate me!Some people dress for successThey press the flesh under savage duressLetras de cancionesMe, I stay quiet 'til the time is rightThen stand clear if you don't want a terrible nightI'm not so much about stopping the rotI 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 prisonExpect the world's derisionWhy, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emissionso come on, humiliate me...(Get a [rose?], you can [...?] if you want!) From Letras Mania