They hit you with their papers when you're living    on loan. They're the ones who say nothing when you   answer the phone. You see them in the alleys when   you're passing late at night, but you tell your friend   to check it and there's no one in sight.    I never wanted it   I never asked for it   I surely didn't sleep with them   If the phone rings, don't answer it      Death is their only way to survive   The neck of Anubis strangled by wire      They hold their eyes in their fist   One is fire . . . one is ice   They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice      7 come 11 but I could not stay   I kissed her eyes on the sheets   I took a bus to yesterday      Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old . . .   You are free as a lap dog   Just do what you're told      They wear spandex and gloves   And feed on fetus flesh   They're the fashion rage   Of the empirical age      But I never wanted them   Never asked for them   Didn't sleep with them   Please don't answer it      Death is their only way to get high   The neck of Anubis strangled by wire      They say, ";I'll live for your sins   If you will die for mine . . .";      I'll summon the darkness   If you buy the wine      They're all underage   Yet they're a thousand years old      They make you feel so clever while you're being sold