(C)1997
Don Paul Jankas
Capo 4th fret
Open chords
Plaster cracks above my head
Roaches living in my bed
Spend a dollar on a whore
My life is rotting to its very core
Won't you come dirt with me
There's nothing in or up my sleeve
Your hand is bleeding on the door
Don't mean to be such a bore
Won't you come dirt with me
I paid the man I paid on time
Don't wanna stand no more in his tainted line
Nowhere to go right now
There's only so much space my collar will allow
Won't you come dirt with me
Won't you come and be my virgin queen
Won't you come dirt with me
Come and be my virgin queen
Your hand is bleeding on my door
Don't mean to be such a bore
Won't you please come dirt with me
There's nothing in or up my sleeve
Won't you come and dirt with me
Won't you be my virgin queen
Won't you come
There's something on my thumb
You never stay
I act amazed
It's so acidic my head is in a daze
Counsel me I think I lost my nerve
Won't you come and dirt with me
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PoetryFor 30 some years I have been writing poems, lyrics and music. Alas, not every lyric will be worthy of the recording process. This is a written digital record of the ones that just didn't make the cut...
