throwing muses
bea
Banging in fevered ports Banging in the night Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud I was a kind of hooker My lover was free  I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble I just want to own something (young dirty street) I can sleep with anything and more  Stripped women stripped men I fall instead of him I'm useless in the light for the distance I could break you for all the right reasons I could hate you but what have I got  Nobody feels your tongue Nobody sees you run Nobody sees you make Nobody knows your face  Love lives your whim I'm stripped instead of him I'm harmless in the light of the distance I could break you for all the right reasons I could hate you but what have I got  Nobody sees me old Nobody feels me cold Nobody lives my whim Nobody knows you're him  I roam this head I care what's left I hide myself from her love Nothing make me older  But the birthmark on your back But making babies in the fields And the birthmark on your shoulder Making babies in the fields Makes me older  Banging in fence posts Banging in the night Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me  I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble I just want to own something (old dirty earth) I can sleep with anything and more  'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder Making babies in the field Nothing makes me older;  Nothing makes me live my life but you And that mark on your back making babies In the field