Just a dime store poet
Keeping pace, talking his face blue
To dollar store tramps, to get a glance
new chance at you
Walk past the dance floor
That’s always been a dear friend of mine
Сuckold and concubines
Dancing in 4/4 time

Hey mister, the bellman says
I can only recall last night’s hotel, I said
So he replies: and how do you manage?
I dodge a blast and apologize for collateral damage

In love I’ve always been a mercenary
But I never leave my post when the [bad word] out
I want to make you quiver, make your backbone shiver
Hey kid, take the stage and deliver

Hey mister, the bellman says
I can only recall last night’s hotel, I said
So he replies: and how do you manage?
I dodge a blast and apologize for collateral damage

How does it feel to stand on the very stones that ran with your parents’ blood?
Do you feel sad, full of rage? Or does that outfit help bury your feelings?
Hiding your [bad word] self, you are [bad word] extraordinary specimen
I look forward to breaking you

I dodge a blast and apologize for collateral damage

Hey mister, the bellman says
I can only recall last night’s hotel, I said
So he replies: and how do you manage?
I dodge a blast and apologize for collateral damage.
Hey mister, the bellman says
I can only recall last night’s hotel, I said
So he replies: and how do you manage?
I dodge a blast and apologize for collateral damage.