Your Appetite

(альбом: Crazy Peoples Right To Speak - 1985)

Hot cold sweaty, I can't sleep
You hold me to promises I can't keep
In the night you will wake
You will want to eat yeah
Compassion is one thing
This ain't for sure
They all nearly died
When you walked through the door
Eyes wide open, you want the best
They give you what they've got
And then you take the rest

To the lesser ridiculous point of sublime
You're a red hot blooded porcupine
Send those itchy cold fingers
Running down my spine yeah
Something is cooking
Yeah something is hot
I know I ain't long
But how long have I got
Easy woman tell easy lies
How long before you realize

There's only one thing that bothers me
There's only one thing that I don't like
Did you choose me out of sympathy
Or did you choose me for your appetite?

I'm so rigid, you're so loose
How come you get the medal
But I get the noose?

There's only one thing that's eating me up
There's only one thing that just ain't right
Did you choose me out of sympathy
Or did you choose me for your appetite?