Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - Roses For Her lyrics

& in the sweat-smeared mirror, sh's just not the same girl as she knows Beneath the scarlet the chalk the charcoal she's foreign to herself The wild-fire, the blood-lust fury are painted on by hand. skin that sears White-hot has been tight-laced into a 2nd skin of leather & satin & fur. her body snug in it's silver black silk cherry wine fug & with each gesture, she slices, she sparks, dark & electric, each look made To bait to hook to snare but she never touches. her fingers remain Knotted about her hips & thighs, dipping into the small of her waist She eludes the simple, uncomplicated skin contact that would pin her Into place... ***** & in the end, all the pluses, all the minuses, were equal to the Same the words i said out of place the bunched fist Tight in your clenched face the taste of you..... ....i just wanted to become you All night long i wear her ghost about me She's ash; she's blood-roses Her scent is on me all night... My flesh awakens beneath her touch She ties me into her clothes until the lace Fire-brand my back - bu*tons me up; paints on Purple and black - her perfume stains my wrists - i wear the stigmata like bracelets. her furs Spark needle sharp, burying in to my skin... All night long i wear her ghost about me She's ash; she's blood-roses Her scent is on me all night... All night long her ghost burns about me With a flame i would quench at its core Caught at the centre of the gla** I would break i would smash I would see her at my feet in pieces. unloose Myself untie each knot - all her skins Falling away & i would rebuild her I would rebuild