The street looked kind of different - harsher colours sharper
Angles Shops stacked high with stereos and rows of magazines Smells
Of coffee, glossy limousines The sun danced on the chromium Slant
Eyes drowning in the light Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
Snarled and luck turned sour, Children screamed! Brakes were
Screeching! Knees were pumping, ribs were crunching Crushing,
Drowning deeper
The street looked kind of different The paving stones were playing
Cards, and cried out as I skipped from the red to the black Cracked a
Joke about the joker, saluted all the kings, threw a ring to the
Blackest queen who ushered me away to the palace in the square where
The air's so cold and it gets so lonely in the night
She whispered sleazy secrets on the couch by the TV 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased Heard applause, felt the claws in my back,
Rocking backwards, rocking forwards in the groove The earth moved!
The couch moved! We rolled on the felt, knocked the vases off the
Shelf Watched ourselves in the mirror, like animals like cannibals!
And you ate my ear so I nibbled on your shoulder Rolled your tongue
Up in my hands - I swallowed it whole Flesh decreasing by the second
Until all that remained were the eyes, mine brown, yours black Tilted
Back, we stared at the hollywood sunset Brighter now it looks so
Pretty tonight The light in my little girl's eyes