Someone You Know

Sinking into the concrete, you are

Cemented with an iron chest

One whole world in a bell jar, you must

Hate the way that I'm dressed

Your white Jesus is rich and handsome

And sure as hell not a woman

And you send your naked evangelist gentleman

To swing his cock like a handgun

Am I someone you know?

Am I someone you know?

These boots seem to fit me well, don't they?

Am I someone you know?

I must have fallen asleep in the garden

To wake up on fallow ground

With grossly misguided notions of what

It means for a man to be proud

Tasted poison in this spring water

But we're still swigging it down

And these John Waynes still playing cowboys while their

Wives and sisters drown

Am I someone you know?

Am I someone you know?

Do these boots make my legs look pretty?

Am I someone you know?

I was born on a Sunday morning

A day for my mother, not God

And dressed up in polyester neck ties

While lipstick coloured my jaw

Undead words in procession like a

Parade of fuck in your mouth

In the thrill of devouring, do you have

Trouble spitting them out?

Am I someone you know?

Am I someone you know?

Do these worn, battered boots fit you too?

Am I someone you know?