John Dark - Belly

I went in like Joan

No voice to guide me

And carry a picture

In my teeth

A wedding like Joan’s

No voice to guide me

I carry a picture

In my teeth

Next time I’m feeling better

I’ll keep my lips together

I’ll wear my leather sweater

And never once forget her

Your dilated eyes

And guarded paradise

You carry a picture of Joan

I know you’re upset

Because you haven’t shaved your legs

And you’re not a woman

Who might think that was European

Do words stand alone?

Will words stand behind you?

Will words burn a picture

In your teeth?

Next time I’m feeling better

I’ll keep my legs together

I’ll wear my leather sweater

And never once forget her

Next time I’m feeling better

I’ll put my hands together

I’ll waive my right to pleasure

And keep my legs together