There's a boot on your head
And spit on the leather and skin
A muffled roar, a pink rose
And something throbbing within
There's star in your ear
And something stuck in your throat
There's a scar right here
Where my heart went afloat
Pornero
There are those who rose from their bed
God knows what went through their head
But they caught a bus, a train, a break
And went ahead
And they're miserable dogs now
Food for dogs now, but not you
You shimmer and shine, an angel divine
And every night...