Lydia Lunch

How does, who does, do we choose one? Why can't I have more than one, huh? To see, to say, to do, what to?

The plastic crumbles and the walls fall in The sidewalk's melting, I begin to spin You know where I'm

Yours is a history of torture and cruelty An incubator of sorrow and misery You justify yourself in all your

I live round the shack outback It's full of rats and razorbacks I get my knife and cut 'em down You

Blood is just memory without language The sins of the flesh are just a sacrifice to Venus Passion plays itself out

If these were the last things that I could remember In this country of lost things Please five more minutes,

Love you made me pay an awful price I tried to gamble with you, but you were using crooked dice Somebody's