Humiliate Me Lyrics - 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! 

[Gonna get on top me boy!] 

[Lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it aaaahhh!] 

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... 

(There are ropes in the closet if you want!)