Street Proposition Paroles

I'm gonna be your man again
gonna take the axe
from the shed
so hot that it bled
silver metal, oh

the night is that tight lipped crypt
left for Jezebel
bell, my belle
so why in the gunshot night
low greenlit light
did you come
to tear of your skin
and let him in

babe, have you wept
wept my dear?
the fact that I fear
you call out a knife and a name, name
for blood, blood

and I strung myself
I strung myself
up for you
so kiss me and kiss me
and kiss only me