The Fatima Mansions - Humiliate Me lyrics

rate me

(If ever you're going hungry, there's always the graveyard...)

Be nice or strangle me, I don't care

Good times are not what's lured me here

Bad clothes and sting-in-the-eye perfume

I try to stand and confess to I-don't-know-who

& the criminal insane

look so gentle when they're being entertained

Gunsmiths and prison warders

A gallery of brain disorders

Porn stars handcuffed to their fathers

Come on: humiliate me

"...and I'll come sex with you if you pay,"

I tell a stranger who silently turns away

I strip naked and I head for the open door

The man in the tux holds it open

He's seen it all, he's seen it all, he's seen it all before

Say, I am now dressed befitting my coming death

Come on, don't be so useless

Don't I stir any juices

as I dance the dance of the seven nooses?

Lovely! Humiliate me!

Some people dress for success

They press the flesh under savage duress

Me, I stay quiet 'til the time is right

Then stand clear if you don't want a terrible night

I'm not so much about stopping the rot

I just want to see the little guy on top--

I'll pay to see the little guy on top!

[...?]

[Look at me, look at me...?]

If you run your country like a private prison

Expect the world's derision

Why, they wouldn't baptize you with a snail's emission

so come on, humiliate me...

(Get a [rose?], you can [...?] if you want!)