Georgie's Lament

I can only get it up for you
 It doesn't work for any other girl
 I can only get it up for you
 Introduce a demonic symbol
 A bayonet to the ear, yes, that's perfect
 Make me over meta human
 You asymmetrical editors to fantasies of slave uprisings
 I'll try to match your enthusiasm for Franco diversions
 I put down my book at a disturbing chapter
 It put the feather in my mind but it's not what I'm after
 I'm just looking for some mystic inspiration
 Caution flag, accident ahead
 The tank in my visionaries blocked out half the sound
 We are blind to our pillars until they lift our independence
 Caution me if I'm going back to the minor keys
 Still I await your long exposure
 I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream
 If you really cared about me
 You wouldn't flirt with my parole officer
 No, you wouldn't scratch my Isaac Hayes
 Now my cock is so torn up about it
 Yeah, my cock is so torn up about it
 And I had you pricks in mind
 When I was having this dream
 If you really cared about me
 You wouldn't hide my stash
 You wouldn't flush
 My Billy Gee Williams
 And my cock is so torn up about it
 Yeah, my cock is so torn up about it
 Now my cock is so torn up about it
 Yeah, my cock is so torn up about it
 And I had you pricks in mind when I was having this dream
 Sold my favorite kid into slavery
 Sold my most beloved child to the street
 Everybody hated me for it but they don't even count
 Why should I care how they feel
 When they're not even cool to me
 It's a party, it's a party
 There ain't nobody here but me
 There ain't nobody here but me
 It's a party, yeah, It's a party
 There ain't nobody here but me
 All my friends are sick at home watching TV
 It's a party, yeah, yeah, it's a party