Poster

The poster said, "France, Certain Circumstance
Broken romance, dirty underpants"
I was dreamin', I started creamin'
Gotta get away from the U.S.A
Social debt and dues, blues I could not pay
Back to Freeman, Vero Seaman
Branded with hot iron
Caught on a wire, my soul was on fire

Just a piece of meat hangin' in the street
Lookin' so discreet, rottin' in the heat
Don't it taste so sweet?

This is real
This is love
Does it hurt you?
It's supposed to

A drunk comes along, singin' mild songs
Feelin' up my ass, he must be upper class
'Cause he deals me when he hugs me
He said, "Don't you worry, son, you don't have to run
I'll tell you what to do if you buy me one"
And he smells bad when he steals me
"When you come past due
Take what you need, God will forgive you"

A nation under God where you put your trust
Tryin' to find some money 'fore you take a bust
Ought to please you, let me squeeze you

This is real
This is love
Does it hurt you?
It's supposed to hurt you, darlin'

My ship just sank, my suit looks sad
My well's gone dry, my fruit's all bad
Out of season, you know it's freezin'
This boy's not bold, I'm on his knees
The man's been told he can't speak Chinese
There's a tease on, gentle treason

Everybody loves meThe poster said "France," certain circumstance
Groping romance, dirty underpants
I was dreaming
This is real

This is love