(If ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)      Be nice or strangle me, I don't care   Good times are not what's lured me here   Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume   I try to stand and confess to I-don't-know-who   & the criminal insane   look so gentle when they're being entertained   Gunsmiths and prison warders   A gallery of brain disorders   Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers   Come on: humiliate me      "...and I'll come sex with you if you pay,"   I tell a stranger who silently turns away   I strip naked and I head for the open door   The man in the tux holds it open   He's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before   Say, I am now dressed befitting my coming death   Come on, don't be so useless   Don't I stir any juices   as I dance the dance of the seven nooses?   Lovely! Humiliate me!      Some people dress for success   They press the flesh under savage duress   Me, I stay quiet 'til the time is right   Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night   I'm not so much about stopping the rot   I just want to see the little guy on top--   I'll pay to see the little guy on top!   [...?]   [Look at me, look at me...?]      If you run your country like a private prison   Expect the world's derision   Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission   so come on, humiliate me...      (Get a [rose?], you can [...?] if you want!)