The only car on the raw sheet highway is riding
The stars for him are only coat lining
You cannot sweat a piebald horse and make it a steed
I cannot take your want and make it a need
They keep wasting you, wasting you
Just to get a taste you
They've been wasting you, wasting you
Just to get a taste of you
Ted saw a black man's lips
And a movie star's blond
He shook her little bobby sox
Until the thrill was gone, the thrill was gone
He had tasted her, tasted her
Smiled right into the base of her
He kept racing her, racing her
Stayed alive, outpacing her
Blue bore the quiet land the best that he could
He learned war was silent and he understood
The fleshy pages of women wet from the rain
The rising, flooding water, feeling no pain, feeling no pain
Alone waits in him, aches in him
Takes up more than it makes of him
Alone shakes in him, hates in him
Thrums in the subway gate of him
She gathered rocks and twigs up in her skirt
She got the tired, wired drugs to make her get hurt
She ordered nature to her design
She went to sleep and dreamed asleep and it felt more fine, it felt more fine
The drug banked on her, blanked for her
Never bowed to the rank in her
It low-sank in her, drank in her
Never bothered with thanking her
They keep wasting me, wasting me
Eating up more than a taste of me
This time shakes in me, takes of me
Uses up more than it makes of me