Them Lyrics - Jim Carroll

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