My Putrid Soul

- to Don Leblac -



To bring death to my lips
and claim it back as if it was yours
is like singing a bunch of shit
to a kid you claim you once loved

Don't bring me pain or jealousy
or even think of promise love
what you have is what I will take:
Just sex and drugs and rock and roll

I met you once, or maybe twice
And on those times you gave me that:
Just what I want and a little more
I will take it and give you no regrets

Don't promise me more,
Don't be so sweet.
What I take I won't give back

What you give is pure and free
What I take I won't give back

I am like a child, a putrid soul
I will have sex and love and more
You are a dream, a cute (my) boy
But what you give is my, no throws.

Please stay away, and close to me
Don't stay so close, stay right here
What I want I can't define
Give back what never was once mine.