Act of Contrition

Fall back, full moon Too much too soon All your blue rooms In their full bloom And rather than suffer this torment I would sooner induce this trance 'Cause at almost the right time, darling The floorboards move under your dance And it's right off the scene Where the man goes into the bathroom to bloody his nose I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it I can feel it rising into my throat I'm bored again So bored again I'm born again So bored Pressure on your thigh Option, paralyzed And rather than suffer this torment I would sooner commit this crime In a pasture consumed by bloated bellies Gorged on desire and wine And acting on false contrition Is worse than admitting the lie 'Cause at almost the right step, darling The action detaches from time And it's right off the scene Where the man starts clutching his shirt to signal his arrest I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it I can feel it rising into his chest He's bored again So bored again He's born again So bored