I walked one hundred miles

To hell on broken glass

And shook hands with Satan just

So I could kiss your ass;

I’ve danced with Pandora

Under a bloody moon

And have filled my sails

With a raging tycoon;

I’d run down a cougar to be

With the one I want the most

Or run one thousand miles

Just to hold you close;

I’d do anything just

To stand next to you,

Still you turn away from

What you know is true;

I swam this dark

And mysterious lake

And still my love

You will not take;

I’ve left my home,

My native roots

And climbed this mountain

And licked your boots;

I faced down a cobra

And skinned his hide

Then I walked through the

Sahara and nearly died;

I’ve faced armies,

Disease and starvation

And walked the darkest

Side of every nation;

You were cloaked in your

Dark shroud of eternal mystery

While I stood naked and bleeding

In the middle of loves debris;

Just waiting in the post

Mortem of erotic despair,

The hollow eyed people had money

But no sympathy to spare;

I climbed an electric,

Barbed wire fence

And still your love

Remained so tense;

My spinning, sorrowed,

Suicidal desperation

Almost turned into homicidal,

Sexual frustration;

A rabid wolf wouldn’t

Stop me from trying,

A fool searching for truth

While everyone is lying;

I’ve driven against the

Blowing, poisonous wind

And have been knocked on my

Ass and just sat and grinned;

Death stalks me

Everywhere I go,

How to win your love,

I’ll never know;

A woman mistook my accidental

Orgasm for ecstasy,

I thought it was good until

She asked me for a fee;

I traveled south to

Wear a Colombian necktie

Before I jumped off the Sears

Tower and tried to fly;

The stormy clouds have

Always filled my head,

I went to Jamaica and walked

Hand in hand with the dead;

I’ve played with lightning

And swallowed thunder

And wrestled crocodiles

In the land down under;

I’ll trudge through the

Arctics freezing snow

And bloody my hands just

To let my love show;

I swear I would do anything

For your selfish, bloody love,

Even surf with sharks in

An impossible body glove;

I would give up

Medicines healing staff

Or rip off my clothes just

So I could make you laugh;

Tell me what it takes

To make you see,

What suicidal stunt would

Make you look at me?

I know that I can’t

Just be myself,

You would just kick me in

The balls and say, “Go to Hell!”

So I crawl one hundred

Miles on bloody slivers

To find a lover who’ll

Give me shivers;

I haven’t found a

Goddamn thing yet,

A mouth full of blood

Is all I can get.