Humiliate Me

(if ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)

Be nice or strangle me, i don't care
Good times are not what's lured me here
Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume
I try to stand and confess to i-don't-know-who
& the criminal insane
Look so gentle when they're being entertained
Gunsmiths and prison warders
A gallery of brain disorders
Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers
Come on: humiliate me

"...and i'll come sex with you if you pay,"
I tell a stranger who silently turns away
I strip naked and i head for the open door
The man in the tux holds it open
He's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before
Say, i am now dressed befitting my coming death
Come on, don't be so useless
Don't i stir any juices
As i dance the dance of the seven nooses?
Lovely! humiliate me!

Some people dress for success
They press the flesh under savage duress
Me, i stay quiet 'til the time is right
Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night
I'm not so much about stopping the rot
I just want to see the little guy on top--
I'll pay to see the little guy on top!
[...?]
[look at me, look at me...?]

If you run your country like a private prison
Expect the world's derision
Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission
So come on, humiliate me...

(get a [rose?], you can [...?] if you want!)