Wait Until I Get My Hands On You

Go ahead and eat your death

Lick your lips and see what fruit bears

It’s your mouth, it’s your throat, it’s your belly

What’s it to me, you seem happy

To blindly toss those apple seeds

Of vile discourse and the flit and the spit and the bile, all the while

It serves you right, it serves you right

To take your clothes off by the hearthside, then join me bedside

Where the houses are eating their owners

Yeah, it serves you right, it serves you right

‘Cause god forbid you ever let me inside, or there within

Heaven forbid you’d show your underbelly

So go ahead, hold your breath

Be my guest, and see if I care

‘Cause it’s your life, it’s your body in the morning

What’s it to you, my sweet bijou

‘Cause if you knew what was good for you,

You’d stand there lowborn to drop every rampart and drawbridge

So save your breath for cooling your tea and your porridge

So help yourself, it’s okay

‘Cause if this gets you through the night

Well then hey, hey it’s your night, and it’s your right, it ain’t my business

Red vein your nose with cheap cologne

And let’s slither out of these filthy clothes

And dust you off, send you off, get you breathing

And I don’t wear my safety belt

And I don’t watch my ass when I’m by myself

And I sleep like a baby with candles burning

And I skip down dark alley lots

And I don’t look both ways before I cross the street

Or my heart or my fingers and my fingers say

It serves you right, it serves you right

‘Cause if it makes you feel a tiny bit warmer reside by the torch light

With the outright crass indistinction

And it serves you right, it serves you right

‘Cause god forbid you ever let me inside or there within

Heaven forbid you give a good god good evening

So go ahead, hold your breath

Be my guest, see if I care

‘Cause it’s your life, it’s your face in the place of the mirror

And here’s to you, merci beaucoup

But wait till I get my hands on you

That’s all what you will get – a bear hug from your armless brother

So save your teeth for the toothy grins to your mother

Yeah, go ahead, please yourself

Wring your hands, throttle best-laid plans

They’re alive, they’re a bishop, a loose leaf, a bottle

I come to hear my neighbors’ thoughts

So I will saunter down this hallway dark

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, god willing, I’m alive