Prufrock from Black Bordello by Black Bordello

Well we should wait in the valley of descending time.
You should go at my command
And tell your mother, so she knows you're not coming home,
Though you know you'll be round again!

Mine is bigger than yours -
I've got everybody fighting over my love.
Buys you dinner tonight,
Even though his money crumbles into the mud.
Who's the winner?
I don't want it,
I don't want it,
I don't want it, no no.
Heads get dimmer,
Didn't want it,
Now I've got it,
That's not it at all...

What shall she wear to prepare for descending time?
What shall she sing to him
As the Footman holds her coat?
Pretty white dress,
Soiled by the hands of the shirtsleeve men.
She speaks with none of them yet knows them all.

Hers is bigger than mine,
Can I buy another just to save my love?
Lipstick cigarette butts
Scattered in the forest, crumbled into the mud.
Who's is bigger?
Didn't want it,
Now I got it,
I don't want it, no no.
Heads get dimmer,
I don't want it,
Didn't get it,
That's not it at all...

His cologne smells like the pine.
Strange fruit handed in time.
Murmurs into the mud,
Mouth opens - in comes the blood.

Eyes so wide,
I never wanted what I know
But I'm so wise,
I put my face on and come and go.
Then shall I rip out your face
And show it to you?
Then shall I know?
"That's a wrap, folks! You can go."

Mine is bigger than yours,
I've got everybody fighting over my love,
Buys you dinner tonight,
I don't want it!
I don't want it!
I don't want it!

(With your)

Eyes so wide,
I never wanted what I know
But I'm so wise,
I put my face on and come and go.
Then shall I rip out your face
And show it to you?
Then shall I know?
"That's a wrap, folks! You can go."

• Jazz
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