The bodies Thumping Pounding Drowning out My escape
The bodies Quiet Soft Savoring it The rush
Legs pried open From Africa To Australia And the compass needles in between Girls locked quietly down As the Thumping Pounding Drowning out But there's nothing but the wrong to drown out
Bloodied Beaten Broken girls Stripped down to the concrete on the corner streets Sought out shelter Somebody see me in the light of the street lamp
Stripped down to the shock Of the same language No matter what continent your feet are on It's all the same
Thumping Pounding Drowning out The wrong doors close And the wrong sounds made With your manhood thrusting apart her gates forcefully Why would you not just ask