The long road slipped
on a patch of frozen time
I hit a moving memory
The pain saw the crime
It took me in
Sat me in the back seat of the regret
In between a priest and a silly vagrant
The preacher’s hand on my shoulder
Tapping my virilities
Asking me to listen
Challenging my abilities
He says my son
Women are your farms
Get there as you wish
Squeeze them in your arms
Start with joking
Asking them hollow questions
The God is watching
You better get on your progression
The vagabond is silent and his silence is violent
But the preacher is still talking my ears are squawking
The god’s man is now
Holding my tow shoulders like a bow
Shaking me to the left and to the right
Asking me if I know, to fuck a woman and how
You come from the top, it’s the lips you start
Then the neck to the ear, but wait don’t you soon depart
A woman is all ears
Tell her something, even though you have to say dear
I turned to see the sly
His head is down I can’t see his eye
He’s shaking his head up and down
I’m puzzled with this strange guy
As he goes on hanging his frill, the sermonizer
Telling me how to be a good ambitious womanizer
After your warm words made her butter flow
Get in between her legs and hers two to blow
Then get on your knees smell her flowers
That’s the scent of the end of the heavenly towers
You know? She is your farm!
You can use your stick, or stick in your tongue
The vagabond yelled in a prompt
His red eyes had me stomped
Then his silence took his head down
Asked me who I am and what have I done
A woman is the god on the ground
She is the one can go head to head with the god with no bound
She is a creator
She is the one who can dangle her feet from the heaven’s sound
If you listen to this fool’s speech in another round
You can have a woman’s body
But will never have her wild soul in your pound!
