Bathhouse Blues

Choke me, spank me, pull my hair

You could do whatever you want to me but you just stand there and stare

Movie theaters, bathhouses and video arcades

Losing myself as the time just fades

Tired of being alone singing that old sad note

I need to feel something so just shove it down my throat

Oh damn the video stopped put another dollar in

They all walk right pass much to my chagrin

I’d let you defiled me so I could pretend it was affection

No hope for real romance too much painful reflection

Addicted to the story that this is how I have to find love

I wanna feel wanted so bad so you don’t have to wear a glove

Orgies in dim rooms too ashamed for intimate stares

Switching partners in the dark like we’re playing musical chairs

3,4,5 everyone cums and takes a turn

If I catch an STD then I guess that’s what I earned

I actually just looking for love, intimacy, and such

How did I come to hate myself this much

Blacked out in sadness and I’m not even high

Why won’t anybody help pass the time by