nazimova

LOVE AMONGST THE RUINED
so OK
You thing I'm some kind of
Semolina-headed
Fired & fettered
Little virgin
Well, thats okay with me
One arm in the ashtray
One arm round your neck
Pulling you across the six week sheets to me
Oh! you see
I could be a walking one man career
For some psychiatrist
Its true,
I'm open to everyone
Unique to few
What about you?
Yeah! what about you?
A sleaze burger
Grease grimer
Eyeliner
Whiner:
Up to your ears in a mecca of broken dreams
Only just getting by
With another calculated lie
Your labotomy eyes
Tell me a million different versions
Of what you've been
And what you've seen
Trying to dodge the shadows
Of the lights upon the tarmac
Desperation kicks me to the kill
But baby!
I'm waiting at the station
For my train to ruination
Just trying to find a way to cheat the bill
If they hit you on one cheek
Then smash them on the other
It's a knuckle duster path
We walk to survive....

Pinch myself and shake the sand out of the seams
Until the time
To climb out of the litter bin arrives
Loose limbed and lycra lipped
My lipsalve sticks on you
Blitzed and bomber bug eyes
Bite the soft skin on the inside
Resist the watering sensation
To bite my way right through

All washed up & no where to go
All washed up & no where to go
No where to go
To go

The kitchen smell
All burnt and smoked up
Soaked up stale milk
Rotten peel across the floor

Watch you with admiration
As you get yourself together
To peel the damp dried
Teabags off the wall:
Salvage up some sugar
To sweeten up together,
From the bugs that bite
Escaping from the bed
Love this riddled ruin
Be the bag to hide my head in,
Or walk the weary way
To desolation day, instead
We're waiting at the station
For our train to ruination
Who cares the destination!
Who cares if we arrive!
The smell of us
The damp
That eats the bathroom round the tiles
Something tells me
We've been here all the time.