Don't you know what you could do for me with one thin rope?   Don't you know what you could do for me with one more stroke?   Don't you know what your heaving breath for this burnt swelling flesh?   Don't you know how I feel with your fingers around my neck?      Pass me the rope the burn is intense   I'm starting to choke the yearning relents   Like a pig on a poke   I've hurt and I've hoped   Well I lie for the life of me   The bile's at the back of my throat      There's a bloated germ in my belly   That yearns for one small slit   Therein this writhing sperm   This blow off in the grit      Pass me the rope the burn is intense   I'm starting to choke the yearning relents   Like a pig on a poke   I've hurt and I've hoped   Well I lie for the life of me   The bile's at the back of my throat      I don't need no one to tell me nothing   I can take myself in my own good time   I met my maker when I met my mother   Not the seven bribes of christ   Don't trespass on my patience baby   Your eyes are bigger than your belly   Like the letter of the law   Like the ulcerating sore   I'm sucking on the stick that stinks      Pass me the rope the burn is intense   I'm starting to choke the yearning relents   Like a pig on a poke   I've hurt and I've hoped   Well I lie for the life of me   The bile's at the back of my throat