Can't you hear those cavalry drums?
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathin' freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch-slap you so polite
'til you thank them for the tea and sympathy
I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home
I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Runnin' buck wild like a concubine
Whose mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearin' hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms