The sad old lady takes a bow
The lovers whisper, "What a cow."
And touch each other with their hands
Outside they snicker at the sight
Of drunk men sleeping in the light
That shines on public transport stands
I want to screw you
I wish I could get through to you
There's nothing more that I want out of you
I want to own you
For just one day enthrone you
And give all of my hollowness to you
And so they drink two cans of beer
His face assumes a practiced leer
He takes his jacket off and sighs
She knows the next things to be played
She says, "Forget it, let's get laid
I've had a million other guys."
I want to screw you
I wish I could get through to you
There's nothing more that I want out of you
I want to own you
For just one day enthrone you
And give all of my hollowness to you
They screw, they come, and lie replete
They cast their shadows on the street
And look away into the air
They're not in love or so it seems
They stare at false exclusive dreams
They think of ways to do their hair
I want to screw you
I wish I could get through to you
There's nothing more that I want out of you
I want to own you
For just one day enthrone you
And give all of my hollowness to you
