Terry Barham - My Sex lyrics

My s** Waits for me Like a mongrel waits Downwind on a tight rope leash My s** Is a fragile acrobat Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot Sometimes I'm an Automat My s** Is often solo Sometimes it short circuits then Sometimes it's a golden glow My s** Is invested in Suburban photographs Skyscraper shadows on a car crash overpa** My s** Is savage, tender It wears no future faces Owns just random gender My s** Has a wanting wardrobe I still explore Of all the bodies I knew And those I want to know My s** Is a spark of electro-flesh Leased from the tick of time And geared for synchromesh My s** Is an image lost in faded films A neon outline on a high-rise overspill My s** My s**