Torn Genes

You wake up of an afternoon, and wonder where you are
You're tangled up in some stranger's sheets
And a record is on repeat
Across the street… in an empty bar

You put your clothes on, find the door and then it starts to rain
You pull your hood above your head
And you wonder what was said
That led to bed… and back again

Torn genes, from the leather queens, to the cowboys and the clones
Torn genes, from some magazines, not just words, but sticks and stones
Torn genes, like those darker dreams, that can chill you to thе bone
Torn genes, likе a silent scream, then you're walking home alone… with your torn genes

You wake up of an afternoon, and wonder where you are
You're tangled up in some stranger's sheets
And a record is on repeat
Across the street… in an empty bar

Torn genes, from the leather queens, to the cowboys and the clones
Torn genes, from some magazines, not just words, but sticks and stones
Torn genes, like those darker dreams, that can chill you to the bone
Torn genes, like a silent scream, then you're walking home alone… with your torn genes…