Moi Caprice - When Cushions Were Softer lyrics

Go for the balls, just go Go for the balls, make sure he's wounded Half of the world will know How bad it must hurt A spitting resistance Within kissing distance With a dream behind laughter Of when cushions were softer You sit by the door as ashtrays get filled With millions of axes, but no one to k** You babble non-stop about your vision of hell: That all pain produced reproduces itself And then go for the balls, just go Go for the balls, make sure he's wounded Half the world will know Half of the world will seem astounded Go for the balls, just go Make sure that he's hurt And still by the fire escape you'd turn Lose ambition and choose to burn As through ashes design your curse: You're a love song in slow reverse If your heart bursts in Ferris wheels And your nerves strain in sunlit fields… We all have to learn how to heal: You – the opposite of a shield – Go for the balls, just go Go for the balls, make sure he's wounded Half of the world will know Half of the world will seem astounded Go for the balls, just go Go for the balls 'til you hear the scream Then go for your heart, just go And return to the dream Of when cushions were softer (Back in the day) When cushions were softer (A long, long time ago)