She is frenzied to the point of pain
She is counting up her list again
She won't satisfy another man
You understand
You can't cross the boundry beyond which she stands

He's disposed of all his inner mind,
Donned his mask and left the world behind
He has cancelled all the checks he signed,
So why be kind this time?
You can't see the picture of you in his hand

(really wicked danny kootch jazz solo ala john coltrane)

Now they've thrown out all the undesired,
Morbid dreams behind a gay attire
They won't talk about the morning fire,
So why aspire?
You don't want to be what they think is a man