Love Amongst the Ruined - Marc Almond, Foetus

So OK

You think I’m some kind of

Semolina-headed

Fired and fettered

Little virgin

Well, that’s OK with me

One arm in the ashtray

One arm around your neck

Pulling you across the six-weeks sheets to me

Oh!

You see

Oh!

You see

I could be a walking one-man career

For some psychiatrist

It’s true

I’m open to everyone

Unique to a few

What about you?

Yeah!

How about you?

A sleaze burger

Grease grimer

Eyeliner

Whiner

Up to your ears in a mecca of broken dreams

Only just getting by

With another calculated lie

Your lobotomy eyes

Tell me a million different versions

Of what you’ve seen

And what you’ve been

Trying to dodge the shadows

Of the lights upon the tarmac

Desperation kicks me to the kill

'Cos baby

I’m waiting at the station

For my train to ruination

Just trying to find a way to cheat the bill

If they hit you on one cheek

Then smash them on the other

It’s a knuckle-duster path

We walk to survive

Pinch yourself and shake the sand out of the seams

As the time

To climb out of the litter bin arrives

Loose limbed and lycra lipped

My lipsalve sticks on you

Blitzed and bomber bug eye

Bite the soft skin on the inside

Resist the watering sensation

To bite my way right through

Bite my way right through you

I’m gonna bite my way right through you

All washed up and nowhere to go

All washed up and nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go

I gotta go go go

I’m gonna go go go

The kitchen smells

Smoked and burnt and up

Stale milk and

Rotten peel across the floor

Watch you with admiration

As you get yourself together

To peel the damp dried

Teabags off the wall

Salvage up some sugar

To sweeten up together

From the bugs that bite

Escaping from the bed

Love this riddled ruin

Be the bag to hide my head in

And walk the weary way

To desolation day, instead

We’re waiting at the station

For our train to ruination

Who cares the destination!

Who cares if we arrive

The smell of us

The damp

That eats the bathroom round the tiles

Something tells me

We’ve been here all the time