Them - The Jim Carroll Band

They hit you with their papers when you’re living

on loan.

They’re the ones who say nothing when you

answer the phone.

You see them in the alleys when

you’re passing late at night, but you tell your friend

to check it and there’s no one in sight.

I never wanted it I never asked for it I surely didn’t sleep with them

If the phone rings, don’t answer it Death is their only way to survive

The neck of Anubis strangled by wire

They hold their eyes in their fist

One is fire.

.. one is ice

They roll them across the bed like some loaded dice

7 come 11 but I could not stay

I kissed her eyes on the sheets

I took a bus to yesterday

Their flesh is a cemetery, centuries old.

..

You are free as a lap dog

Just do what you’re told

They wear spandex and gloves

And feed on fetus flesh

They’re the fashion rage

Of the empirical age

But I never wanted them

Never asked for them

Didn’t sleep with them

Please don’t answer it Death is their only way to get high

The neck of Anubis strangled by wire

They say, «I'll live for your sins

If you will die for mine.

.

.»

I’ll summon the darkness

If you buy the wine

They’re all underage

Yet they’re a thousand years old

They make you feel so clever while you’re being sold