From the recording Evil
Lyrics
Breath, on the back of your neck, clamp of the hammer
You say you need some air, uh uh, no, never
Withhold sex on the clock, tick tock whenever
And you don’t prepay then tell her you love her
I get so lonely
I get so lonely
I get so lonely
The sun bleeds down to the ground, the darkness growing
As she wets her lips and lets the current flow up through her spine
In her purse a dingy nail file
For your love she will kill, for thrill you will beguile
I get so lonely
I get so lonely
I get so lonely
I wear my red face in the cool wet morning
I look like hell
The train pushes down the track
That silky white neck on that frail innocent body
It's a long way to Amarillo
It's a long way home
You scribble verse derived from a hobo tonic
A used Elvis stamp stuck to an envelope never sent
I’ll be your faux libertine elixer
Contorting into a million mindless positions
Ripping skin from bone
A lemon meringue stench left to nauseate the drowsy passengers
A faint impression of love and sorrow
You've let your silk blouse slide lazily down your arm, pretending not to notice
A foot of air between my mouth and the top of your left shoulder
Don't you worry darling, it will all be over soon
I get so lonely
I get so lonely
I get so lonely