©2007 Cathe Jones

Dementia 69

© 1993 Cathe Boudreau

I don't want it, to fuck you, I mean
The nipples have wrinkles from time
the road atlas is of a past life
revisited the rest stops just to climb
uh, yeah, I'm fucked up fucked up
uh, yeah, I give, I give it all up
oh, yeah, I eat you all up. I eat you up

dog shit, I mean, that's all it is
drive past the places we hide in
fucking pope is a mafia hit man
sucking the cum of a last fallen virgin
uh yeah, I'm beat, I'm beat up
uh yeah, I give, I give it all up
oh yeah, you fuck, you fuck me up

have a lick, have a heart

have a dick, have a hard on
have a miss, have a phone call
damn damn damn, yeah? uh, yeah.
oh yeah, I'm done now.