Ragdoll.

In the days of light and bad movies
I used to sit out in Sydney and drink Tooheys
Until I'd get so drunk I'd drink shoeys in the ally
With a pretty ragdoll named Sally
Who was on the run from her creator
And the web she spun
Was even greater than the length
Of the thread she used to sew on missing limbs
She mixed brews with clues and plant stems
That'd put me in a lull for days
I used to go to sleep to avoid the sun rays; it's cancer
And I tried to romance her, but
She was a raver with a razor
And I never was a dancer
Still, she let me move in her place and only
Giggled when I spat in her face; no answer
Alas, no answer

She's the one who
Tumbles from an open window
I'm the one who
Holds her arms behind her back, 'til
I'm the one who
Bolts out of an open door and
She's the one who
Cums inside my tiny crack, well

I had to find release
From the rising sun
And this bitter piece
Belongs to everyone
And she's just stuck in a place
Well there was never a chase
There was never a chance
The doona and the pillowcase
Dry out in a moment of grace; I'm dancing
In the middle of the street
And the passing cars
All turn to dust in the wake of American bars
And I'm just falling like an anvil
The hands that held her arms behind her back
Are swollen up and black

Black. So black

I had to find release
(My tiny crack.)