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Lyrics for 'Humiliate Me' by 'Fatima Mansions'
(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!)
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