Dudley Saunders - Side of Sane lyrics

and then he rushes down a ray of streetlamp light with his face a little crooked fingers little tight and he meet u p with a guy who kinda eyes him like an alley and as he starts to buy the garbage sighs while he's thinking back to sally's a** that's waiting on the corner hoping noone's gonna come along and try to warn her she's a fool fitting rules that only fit him fine 'cause he made 'em and she paid 'em and she likes it only when it's raining wine there is a lamp out on the corner putting lamplight in her hair and a painter that it battles painting shadows on the stairs and she's sweating in her satin til he battens down her ship and sails her down the gutter til she sputters like a throat that somebody slit he is streets that's calling her and stalling her and balling her on corners in the rain and it's asphalt hard as broken shards of poker cards that keep him just this side of sane just this side of sane and she remembers about that first time when he took her on the stairs and it hurt her good as murder and her blood sang on the air and when he came he shot right through her womb and struck her in the brain so she's knocked up in the head without the bread to make a wire hanger learn how to unhang and now he's jumping junkies skipping signs that tell him that this property's condemned where with a promise of a needle and a wheedle lays some c*nt and then he keeps her poppy friend while sally tells a drunk she's not a who*e not anymore no she's never ever been and standing in the street she listens for his feet 'cause when she looks she just can't see where this street ends he is streets that's calling her and stalling her and balling her on corners in the rain and it's asphalt hard as broken sha rds of poker cards that keep him just this side of sane just this side of sane and then he shows up eventually and sensually relieves her of her skirt once more her panties round her ankles fingers wrangle hair i swear babe it won't hurt and her lunacy is waning but you know it's gonna wax back like a moon when he rams her in the doorway make her sore way deep a knife into a wound and then he'll skip out with a whistle emptied thistle maybe leave her his disease and though she feels run down her legs his fresh-laid dregs you know she'd swear it all had been a tease and she'll listen billie holliday and crawl away and swear she's gonna try again and until it burns up on projector light this dream in black and white will run again and again he is streets that's calling her and stalling her and balling her on corners in the rain and it's asphalt hard as broken shards of poker cards that keep him just this side of sane just this side of sane