lefty

they say uh... though ain't so bad to clean up
after white trash i beat up
hey come on and take me home
i just want to have to ask you,
though i dont rightly have to
hey come on i'm sweet and lonely

i got a key to your everything

prints back and knees a lifted
i bet your weight has shifted
slippers and a terrycloth
wood creaks and a carryoff
a towel goes on the floor and
the lovely skin some more before i build a new erector

your mouth, my hand, the silencing

My Kind of Clean, gets the Blood out of Anything

around the halls im roving
my sweetgum smile could hide a wolf
inside your sheepski dirties
another house another home, another life i hear you
moan again and let me in

i got the key to your everything

im just a janitor and a monitor
the power's in the mastering now
your mouth, my hand, the silencing
turn my hand may i come in?

My Kind of Clean, gets the Blood out of Anything