Banging in fevered ports   Banging in the night   Ankle deep in mud   I can sleep in mud   I was a kind of hooker   My lover was free      I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble   I just want to own something (young dirty street)   I can sleep with anything and more      Stripped women stripped men   I fall instead of him   I'm useless in the light fo the distance   I could break you for all the right reasons   I could hate you but what have I got      Nobody feels your tongue   Nobody sees you run   Nobody sees you make   Nobody knows your face      Love lives your whim   I'm stripped instead of him   I'm harmless in the light of the distance   I could break you for all the right reasons   I could hate you but what have I got      Nobody sees me old   Nobody feels me cold   Nobody lives my whim   Nobody knows you're him      I roam this head I carm what's left   I hide myself from her love   Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back   But making babis in the fields   And the birthmark on your shoulder   Making babies in the fields   Makes me older      Banging in fenceposts   Banging in the night   Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud   I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me      I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble   I just want to own something (old dirty earth)   I can sleep with anything and more      'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder   Making babies in the field   Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you   And that mark on your back making babies   In the field