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    If I pump out blood in the sunshine
    Oil on the wheel
    That is blasted and busted away

    A nail or a little piece of glass
    A little piece of glass
    A little piece of glass
    Swarming like bees over the air
    Off the pump off the thing
    The blood that I’m pumping away

    Like bees over the air
    Off the pump
    Off the thing
    The blood that I’m pumping away

    Off the pump
    Off the thing
    The blood that I’m pumping away

    If I pump blood in the sunshine
    And you wear a leather box with azaleas
    And I pump more blood
    And it seeps through my skin
    Will you adore the river
    The stream, the trickle
    The tributary of my heart

    As I pump more blood
    And it seeps through my skin

    Will you adore the river
    The stream, the trickle
    The tributary of my heart

    If I’m pumping blood
    Like a common state worker
    If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
    Would you think less of me

    And my coagulating heart

    Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute
    Coagulating heart
    Pumping blood

    Would you top me off
    Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy
    While you yell out, “mercy”
    We grow apart
    Would you rip and cut me

    Use a knife on me

    Be shocked at the boldness
    The coldness of this little heart
    Tied up in leather
    Would you take the measure
    Of the blood that I pump
    In the manic confusion of love

    Supreme violation
    Supreme violation
    “Oh, ah, ah, ah Jack I beseech you”

    “Oh Jack I beseech you”
    Supreme violation

    Blood in the foyer
    The bathroom
    The tea room
    The kitchen, with her knives splayed

    I will swallow your sharpest cutter
    Like a colored man’s dick

    Blood spurting from me
    “Oh Jack, Jack I beseech…”
    “Jack, I beseech you, I beseech…”
    In the end it was an ordinary heart

    “Oh Jack I beseech you”
    As I scream out my pain
    In the end it was an ordinary heart

    In the end, in the end, in the end
    It was an ordinary heart

    “Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you”
    Supreme violation . . . Oh

    “Jack, Jack, Jack I beseech you”
    I call out your name

    Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
    The tea room, the kitchen
    And knives splayed
    I swallow your sharpest cutter
    Like a colored man’s dick
    Blood spurting from me
    Blood spurting from me

    “Oh Jack”

    “Oh Jack, I beseech ya”
    In the end it was an ordinary heart

    In the end it was an ordinary heart
    Pumping blood

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