You used to count on the end of
Your nose the one crime you perpetrated
Now it takes all your fingers and toes and even still it isn't sated
That bible full of junkies and tramps, that personal epistle
I think we all fell a little for
That and clocked out before the whistle
And scattered all our mescaline dreams across the boulevard
Bite down, bite down on it
I've done it for the beauty, I've done it 'cause I'm hungry
I've done it out of duty, I've done it for the money
You can denigrate the whole wide
World or bend your back and try to fix it
Or you can frown and kick it over or you can down a twenty-sixer
Here's a bottle of burgundy and a bullet shard
Bite down, bite down on it hard
One reprieve is all I need
I believe, in your room in the grey-lit morning
Warm hands, morning kisses, yawning
Stay in bed let the day just fade away
You scan the schedule in the railway
Station and feel ashamed to be so young
Awaiting trust,
Respect and admiration - the three lone trains that never come
The teeth you press to your bottom lip leave little half-moon scars
Bite down, bite down on it hard
And push your fear to a place it fits where twinkling tears are stars
Bite down, bite down on it hard