My Madonna
Your vision's been blessed if I'm still fully dressed.
Before you leave me here's one last request.
No I don't care. No I don't mind. If you don't hear a word from this broke heart of mine.
But can I borrow your face just to unload my mind, borrow your face just to unload my mind.
Well I know I'm pathetic. I'm the sage of absurd.
But I won't violate you with touch, but with words
There's no need to ask. Shut your mouth, raise a glass.
But the youth that you drink to is already the past
And the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last; the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last.
My madonna's undressing. Her robes are all torn.
And I swear that she's calling my name.
But for all her caresses, my senses are worn.
The feeling is gone and, sweet lady, you just don't taste the same.
And I'll drink just to drive if my love don't arrive.
I don't wanna survive. I don't wanna survive.
And all that I know is I smile just for show.
And nobody's listening but everyone knows.
So just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes, sit back and watch while my memory corrodes.
And I curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind
Cause it's dark as a dungeon way down in the mine.
And I wake on the floor with my country at war and I wish I could care but my liver's too sore. And if liquor's a lover, you know I'm a whore.
If liquor's a lover, you know I'm a whore.
My madonna's undressing. Her robes are all torn.
And I swear that she's calling my name.
But for all her caresses, my senses are worn.
The feeling is gone and, sweet lady, you just don't taste the same.