The Fatima Mansions - Humiliate Me lyrics

(if ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...) Be nice or strangle me, i don't care Good times are not what's lured me here Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume I try to stand and confess to i-don't-know-who & the criminal insane Look so gentle when they're being entertained Gunsmiths and prison warders A gallery of brain disorders p**n stars handcuffed to their fathers Come on: humiliate me "...and i'll come s** with you if you pay," I tell a stranger who silently turns away I strip naked and i head for the open door The man in the tux holds it open He's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before Say, i am now dressed befitting my coming d**h Come on, don't be so useless Don't i stir any juices As i dance the dance of the seven nooses? Lovely! humiliate me! Some people dress for success They press the flesh under savage duress Me, i stay quiet 'til the time is right Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night I'm not so much about stopping the rot I just want to see the little guy on top-- I'll pay to see the little guy on top! [...?] [look at me, look at me...?] If you run your country like a private prison Expect the world's derision Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission So come on, humiliate me... (get a [rose?], you can [...?] if you want!)