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So he asked me to borrow my belt
Disappeared for twenty minutes
I think I get it
He knows to make the most of it
He's leaning just a little bit
Back on the streets in the cold gray air
Standing on the corner with his bathroom stare
He knows to make the most of it
He's leaning just a little bit
He's just a man with the skin of a Siamese twin
His brother's breath on his back weighs a ton
Just a man with the blood of a Chinese mistress
Her ivory cheeks are resonant in the Peking sun
Sometimes I'm standing right behind him
Just another man next in line
Lean forward in him to remind him
St. Peter gonna make up his mind
Sometimes I'm standing right behind him
Just another man next in line
Lean forward in him to remind him
St. Peter gonna make up his mind
Haunted heaven
Haunted heaven
Haunted heaven
Haunted heaven
And so it goes
Placing out your bones
Make a meal into his heart's injection
I know it
Grinding up his bones
Cooking up his lungs
Make a meal into my health
I know
I use you like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon
Like a spoon