The Guy Behind The Mirror

Conversations with the guy behind the mirror,
Informs me things that I don't want to know,
"Your hair-line is declining.
The glint in your eye's not shining.
"Last time I saw your smile was years ago."

Talking with the guy behind the mirror,
He asks me questions that I'd sooner he not ask.
"Do you like it on your lonesome?
"Is this all that you've become?
"Do you really think I can't see behind that mask?"

The guy behind the mirror likes to tell me how it's gonna be,
Points out all the flaws that bother him about be,
He cuts me up, rips me apart, doesn't believe me when I lie,
Leaves me with no quarter and forces me to try,

I'm talking to the guy behind the mirror,
In the morning when I shave, in the evening when I brush my teeth,
He screams at me without a shout,
And fills my head all up with doubt,
Doesn't see the hero on the outside but the coward underneath.

Why So Shocked?

You know that she's trouble,
Basically cause she told you so.
So why are you so shocked?
Why act as if you didn't know?
She chews people up as a favorite pass-time,
It's her stamp collection, her macrame,
And you knew that from the very start,
It was bound you end this way.
Why so shocked?
So you've been used,
It happens everyday...

Sorting Things Out

This time I'm gonna sort things out,
Gonna stop drinking cola and get my teeth fixed,
This time I'm gonna clean my thoughts of dirty bars and lap dances,
Gonna sort things out,
Take it one by one.

My stomach's full of gasses and my belly's full of junk food,
My teeth are full of cavities and my thoughts are full of shit,
Blasphemies, no more,
Gonna sort things out,
Take it step by step,

Maybe I'll move and go away,
Leave the sorting out for another day,
Responsibility's such a heavy thought,
But when I look there in the mirror,
Or when I'm half blind drunk staring at myself through a puddle in the gutter,
What do I see?
Me...

So I'll stop drinking booze,
Stop chasing whores and crazy whahoo's,
Take my suit to the cleaners and get my tie extra pressed,
Brush my teeth twice a day,
Make sure I use deodorant and shave,
Keep that shadow down to a minimum,
Eat all my vegetables,
Get some sunshine and breathe clean air,

Maybe I'll just disappear,
Leave my things behind and get out of here,
Things will anyway just lead to naught,
Responsibility's such a heavy thought,
But I'm tired of being weak,
And being unreliable,
But I'm tired of being tired too.

You Know What I Want

I don't want to talk for days,

Of how my life is in a haze,

I quit all that and I don't miss,

Those chats with my dear therapist,

I don't want to see your folks,

Your father's poorly written jokes...

You know want I want...

There're better things than sleep at night,

But if you feel the need to fight,

Well get dressed cause we're going out,

Cause I don't want to muck about,

I'ld rather that we fight outside,

Get swept away beneath the tide...

You know how I want...

I need something to get me through the day,

Keep what sanity that's left in me from fading away,

Need to see your teeth through a post-orgasmic smile,

That'll keep me sane for awhile.

Maybe we'll go dancing,

And dance until we sweat,

Then go into the ladies' room,

And get a little wet,

There we'll do it from behind,

Yeah, I got a dirty mind,

But you know what I want...

Dirty Underwear

It gets me hard when I'm in G-string,

And the chord up my ass, it sometimes stings,

But oh baby, it so takes me there,

I want to wear your dirty underwear,

After a long, hard day of heat and sweat,

And you've been turned and so wet,

Not just a little bit damp down there,

I want to wear your dirty underwear,

So what's beneath your jeans?

Is it a pleasant obscene?

Does it have residue, pubic hair?

And in a day or two I'll take them off,

After they're soaking wet from my getting off,

And I'm floating on clouds, now a care,

I want to wear your dirty underwear.

Take It Like A Man

Hurt me with that wicked thing,
You have my leave to try,
I'll take it like a man,
I'll lick your feet,
I'll beg for mercy,
I'll scream.

Whip me,
I've been bad,
Tie me up to the chain post,
I'll bleed on you,
Like a wounded dog,
I'll whimper,
And cower away.

Curse me,
And come on my face,
I'll take it like a man,
I swear.

I have a little secret for you,
It's been over a year since I got some,
I have a dirty mind,
(The waitress at the cafe' said so)

Once Our Gallant Hero

The princess is in the dragon's cave,
And the knight has gone drinking,
He turned in a formal resignation,
As his armor fades away,
It turns to thick skin,

"Faerie-tales are make-believe", said once our gallant hero,
He doesn't seem to be moved anymore,
"That princess was some rich man's girl,
"And the dragon part of our collective imagination.
"It feels good to be back in reality", he said,
"Pour me another,
"I can't believe I've wasted all my youth on romantic notions,
"It's time to get a job and think of a career,
"There's no money in dragon slaying, I fear,
"The only thing that's real to me is this glass of beer,
"And time ticking away."

The princess walked into the bar in the arms of once his rival,
"Say, are those snake-skin boots?", the barkeep asked,
She answered with a glowing smile,
But the knight now coward from his better,
Every man knows when he's been beat,
Quickly he finishes his drink,
And like his armor, fades away.

Salvation

Come on in,
Feel free to take a seat,
I've been meaning to bring you here,
From the moment we did meet.
Put on some music,
Something nice but not too loud,
After all,
We wouldn't want to generate a crowd.
Be my salvation,
I'll be your sugar-daddy,
You need a pay-roll,
I need to feel whole.
I've been behind bars,
Been locked away with ball and chain,
Been inside-out and upside-down,
I'll never be the same.
Let's hang out for an hour,
Better yet, make it six...
My very life is in the mix,
Maybe for tonight,It could fix...
Be my salvation,
Be Mother Marry in my bed,
Nail me to The Cross,
Make sure that I'm well bled.
You're a beautiful woman,
Simply stunning,
Magnificent to behold.
More than talented too,
I can see in you,
So do what you do,
I need you to...
Be my salvation,
So much more for me give,
You seem to have the kiss of life,
So breathe me life and let me live.
Be my salvation tonight.

Rent Some Company

Heaven's in the other room,
Feed me with your silver spoon,
Make me howl at the moon,
I'm so lonely,
I'm so lonely,
Dance for me across the yard,
Sing for me my rustic bard,
Charge it to my credit card,
Rent some company,

I know that you don't love me,
But whenever you're above me,
The way you cry out makes me think it's almost love this time.
And I leave you with a handsome tip,
For filling up this endless pit,
So that I'm feeling better fit,
To help myself unwind.

Here's my little point of view,
Doesn't matter what you do,
As long as you still remain true,
But I'm so lonely,
I'm so lonely,
And catfish have a better chance,
Of working up a new romance,
So I do the song and dance,
Rent some company,

Poetry and Romance

Poetry and romance,
Without surrendering to your pants,
A miracle in these modern times.
The people that surround me seem,
From jealousy are turning green,
But look closer now, a lonely man you'll find.

I'm dreaming all day long,
It's not productive, I know it's wrong,
Yet still it's done around the clock, weather I sleep or wake.
Catching bullets with my hands,
Telepathy in short-wave bands,
Stomp my foot, the very earth will quake.

Back to romance and poetry,
It's too abstract for me to see,
Or obscured behind the mist of daily being.
Everyone's just out for sex,
And up for grabs, one or the next,
Your dick's engorged but still your heart is seething.

Here's my eulogy for romance,
Took it's bows, it's final dance,
And poetry ran out the window and crashed down on the street.
So bring some flowers, dress in black,
But don't expect them to come back,
And shedding tears are all in vane,
Besides, we're too doped up for pain,
Think I'll go get sodomized after I drink my beer...