Love And The Whore

I want to talk about politics,
And signwriting cynics
I want to talk about lift bores
And flip-down lids and floors.

I want to talk about everything
Is this world keeping score?

I want to talk about long-haired types
Being lumped into one
I want to talk about the silent films
Your fancy chooses
I want to talk about movies.

I want to talk about pollution, politicians and floosies.

Looking at the stars as they bleed
And the sirens kicking off
I want to talk about bikes
With chains in free time and time off.

I want to talk about things I learned.

So, close your eyes
If my face gets burned
I want to talk about sorry
I don't want you, my love, to worry.

I want to talk about the fit
With my hand on the bit
You know, that I aim for.
Between the ceiling
And behind the door.
Between love and the whore.