The Boarding House

I entered a room filled with elbows and knees
A lantern was hanging by a surrealist painting
I opened my mouth, shrapnel sailed through the air
Tonight I want to lie with someone who doesn't care

Tonight I want to lie with someone who doesn't care
If my laces are tied or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask, take this lock of my hair
And lead me to a lover up the creosote stained stair
Her skin was the colour of an Italian summer
Her eyes carried sadness and hope in equal measure
Her head of tangled curls remained untouched by chemicals
An ancestral trait that made her mother proud
She said she lived by the ocean but she longed for the fields
For other streets and other alleys where more crimes are committed
She commented on my lips, then we slowly undressed
I called upon the nine sisters while she called out my name
Tonight I want to lie with someone who doesn't care
If my laces are tied or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask, take this lock of my hair
And lead me to a lover up the creosote stained stair

Now naked I sit staring on the edge of the bed
Come back down to me boy, for my feet are getting cold
Though your mind be a hive
Your beige body needs it's rest
I just sucked on a cigarette like a child on a breast
Tonight I want to lie with someone who doesn't care
If my laces are tied or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask, take this lock of my hair
And lead me to a lover up the creosote stained stair