We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.
I rocked the cradle of love.
Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
I'm not trying to hide from my past. I want to roll in it. Like a dog, rolling in feces, I'm rolling in the feces of my greatest hits - that's a bit of a wild way of looking at it, but I am a man, and we do like rolling in our own feces at times.
Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.
When the other man has none, you don't need a gun.