Down the street on the darker side of town
There's a man with a tattoo gun and it's coming down
Not on another human being but into his own flesh
“I don't care what the yuppies up there say”
He says
“This is it
Baby this is it”
So she holds him tight, takes him into her body
Not trying to understand his crazy ways
And though he'd never lay an evil hand on her
The bed is pulsing midnight red
And she thinks
Despite her better judgment
"Damn, this is it
Baby this is it"
He's neither right nor wrong
And he's either hot or cold
And his mother can't remember
Him ever doing what he was told
And the people who love him
Do so by virtue of the fact
His life is like poetry in motion
A God and devil inspired act
Tonight on Dobson Avenue, the light and polite pa**
I've dined among these strangers, lifted many a halfhearted gla**
But with an eye upon the flame of pa**ion
I stand on the corner with a cigarette
Thinking to myself
"This can't be it"
Brother I'm not going to try to tame you
If you will just show me how to live
Then the wind lifts my chin
And I hear -
"I already did"
Find your pa**ion and follow through
Not as another imitation but just as you
Cuz that is it