The police are gonna wound me And the minister will heal me But I think he'll do it equally Violently Should I ask him to? Should I ask him to? Should I ask him to? Should I ask him to? Only one, only one will lay claim to me Only one, only one will choicelessly be song Police say no! Police say no! Police say no! Police say no! I cannot spare a thought I cannot spare a thought Spare though, spare thought Spare though Was I born a roach? A belly-crawling grub? Just as I suppose I hear a holy hum of: Dust thy essence off! You are gladly so! You are biting none! Softest teeth I know! It's in the artist soul! It fits there I should know! In all your decent days! It was in every one! A love that isn't waiting On my shook soul At the nave and at the navel Him I know Been a little leaden lately He can't bite down on my soul At least he eats the bread crumbs That I throw! Lay loose - it's all I'd ever do Forever! God loves the aching ones He loves the aching ones Police said they'd cut things off Am I an aching one? It's a limb that I'd like to offer It's a limb that I'd like to lose I don't care about fools and father It's a lib that I'd like to lose