End Of A Year - Philip Jose Farmer lyrics

Greasy hand up my skirt while the other raids my purse Friend you've proven quite the flirt Lips call an offer Teeth dressed like a wolfs My reply, "No thank you, I'm good." Is there any good Idea lame a**holes won't steal? Not that I've seen Is there a single thing their floors won't strip clean? No, not that I've seen Oil lamp provides light for the camp But doesn't scare away the forest A wild beast ever put to pasture? Or is it an always constant struggle? Is there any good Idea lame a**holes won't steal? Not that I've seen Is there a single thing their floors won't strip clean? No, not that I've seen Who would've thought you'd address me, well you did I've rarely seen such creed It's a nest full of a million mouths who are always ready to feed Oh, you treasure the thought that you're cool And all but its nastiche(sp?) at best You wish you could hold my brain But I regret to convey that your arms will reach around my balls