Nothing’s ever gonna penetrate the force field now
Nothing’s ever gonna change me
Nothing’s ever gonna pry me from my pivot foot
It’s filled with nails and made with wood
And woe to those who, stuck behind me, straggle slow
They brim with slurs and incantations
Spells to speed my limp along the avenue
They are witches, those surrounding you
I need a lot of sleep tonight
But lover’s legs are spread so wide
And if the rest of me were way outside
Then none of me would compromise
Nothing’s ever gonna hit the skull so hard it gives
Though killers rattle at my doorstep
And, uninvited, stumble in and raid the fridge
They are bastards, they are growing thick
And woe to those with tubes to steal the fat from them
Their glands repel the surest efforts
But let’s not fail for lack of trying
Remember, we are virile men
And prone to jabbing
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