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stephen yerkey – cocksucking blonde lyrics

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oh there’s been so many times when the fog’s rolled in
i think well that’s gonna make it cold down here
and the steam comes up through the grates in the sidewalks
and all the hard edges disappear and
it’s not nearly so cold as you might think it would be
it’s like walking in a pillowcase or an opium dream
i come in with the fog and go out with the trash
and can’t account for a thing in between
if you’re lookin’ for madonna oh how you quickly find that that’s a myth
she’s not the kinda girl that used to live next door
and she’s not the kind you’d wanna have rough s-x with
she’s not the kind of girl that married dear old dad
and she’s certainly not the kind to dig your lip
things have gotten so self-service down here
you might have to be your own god hotelier pimp

i’ve followed a woman out of a liquor store
and down the street on back to her hotel
she’ll say: ‘but i’m not even working yet.’
ask me for the time and she’ll say ‘what the h-ll.’
she might have a waist like a baby-child
she might be pregnant or what’s even worse is
her eyes might be heavy dim and lidded like the back window of a he-rs-

my eyes have been murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered
every time i’ve been hustled or rolled or conned, the last thing i remember was
a c-cksucking blonde
ain’t nothing like a c-cksucking blonde
ain’t’ nothing like a c-cksucking blonde

i’ve paid with drugs, things i didn’t know what they were
and other things that i’ve actually used
and what with pharmaceutical inquiries and negotiations
as you can imagine things get pretty confused
i’ve paid with things i’ve gotten from places after they were closed
and things i’d gotten from my friends after they’d been indisposed
and i’ve paid with credit cards two at a time
i paid with jewelry when i was in my prime
and i’ve paid with whiskey, bottled and bond
and that was just fine with a c-cksucking blonde
ain’t nothing like a c-cksucking blonde
ain’t’ nothing like a c-cksucking blonde

i’ve come to outside the 181, the old 181 club
where’d i’d been thrown out on my heel
and a child standing over me saying: ‘how do you feel?’
i said: ‘i’m too ashamed to tell you how i feel.’
i’ve come to on a ball court out near golden gate avenue
with a needle d-ck near sticking up my -ss
one of my front t–th in my top pocket
and i don’t know how that came to p-ss

and the hotel rooms oh god, the worst time was most recently
i was so frightened when they came through the door
i shouted: ‘police officers did not do this to me
police officers did not do this to me.’

and i’ve thought of welfare two or three times
and the only thing that’s ever held me back was the thought
that i might end up on broadway somewhere
with no place to come but brown a brown-paper sack
so i’ve held on to sh-t jobs and it’s hurt me and i got to dish out all right
but ain’t nothin’ i like better than to get it all together down at levenworth
and eddy on a sat-rday night
and i wave my wallet like a magic wand
and presto here come a c-cksucking blonde
and ain’t nothin’ like it. nothin’

when you’re walkin with a c-cksucking blonde
your feet barely touch the ground
when you’re talkin with a c-cksucking blonde
your mouth barely make a sound

and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde at spivy’s underneath the san juan
and i’vesat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde all night a denny’s out at sara monte mall
and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde in the vacant lot beside the sound of music
and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde upstairs at the del rio

and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde in the misname at rock city
and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde on the stairs above the stockton tunnel
and i’ve sat and suffered with
a c-cksucking blonde outside the four-faced buddhist temple