It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise.
Blue door, blue road, blue blue skies.
Hat hangs on a nail by the door,
Ain’t no one gonna wear it no more.
Sky shining on the wood of the floor-
It won’t come to nothing if you won’t rise.
Sitting by the road wondering when you’re gonna come and get me.
Twenty-six years spent down in the pink nunnery.
Nun’s habit is worn like a cigarette;
I want you hard; do you think it’s what I’m gonna get?
My fingers curl round the lead of my rosary-
When when when when when are you coming for me?
I see your face like a ghost at the door;
Fake smile ain’t gonna cut it no more.
Blue blood is pooling down on the floor-
When I get back, it better not be there no more!
Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?
I wanna ride you like a stick that floats on the sea.
I wanna ride you on the floor of the pink nunnery.
I wanna ride you up to heavens door;
I’ll make you rise from your bedroom floor…
I wanna ride you like a horse up to heaven’s door.
I’ll make you rise up up from your bedroom floor.
I’ll be your mermaid with a tail that’s one inch wide.
You be my seahorse with eyes that are round and wide.
Hidden treasure in the coral bed-
You can have it all if you take me to bed.
I wanna be your mermaid with a tail that is one inch wide-
But I can’t do nothing if you act like a seahorse and hide!
Wavy shadows that the sun doesn’t wash away,
Wavy nights that can flow right through the day,
It ain’t clear if I really matter anyway-
Nothing ain’t clear when I’m shattered like a star for you.
Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?
Green man lying back in his bed like a stick.
Stars overhead but he’s just lying back like a stick.
Fingers curl on his cock like a cigarette;
I want you hard but it ain’t what I’m gonna get.
Stars overhead- they’re calling calling calling for me.
When when when when when are you coming for me?
I think it’s clear that I’m ready to go;
My knees are knocking by the side of the road.
One pink bag and one that’s blue
One little being that is freezing in the night for you…
Could I cream for you? Could I scream for you?
And if you loved me enough then could I dream for you?
Could we walk like lovers through the gates of heaven’s door?
Could I ride you up up till the stars crash you back on the floor?