Back (in Y'r Love) Lyrics - Herman Brood

Back (in y'r love) 

When the wind is crawlin' 

at y'r basement floor 

& the rats are runnin' round 

tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door 

when I smell the . . . 

on y'r sweatstained street 

& I see this French chick 

lickin' my speed 

When the snow is wettin' 

my old wooden chair 

& the crabs are runnin' round 

in my pubic hair 

when y'r bubblegum is stickin' 

in my pubic hair 

when all my old sollicitors 

come around, only needles for a pay 

& all me brandnew visitors 

only have spoons to give away 

all my precious pleasures 

you took away with all your charms 

& all my so called treasures 

made a strainer of my arms 

damn this cruel december 

days shift into nights 

I wish I could remember 

how you drifted from my sight 

anything I can think of 

it never seems enough 

I make friends with y'r daddy 

I make friends with y'r dog 

just to get you let me back in y'r love 

just to get you let me back in y'r love