Feed Me Jack

Until Then

Dippin' up around the bend
I'm sure tied up and I don't know when
You know there's just a couple of things that I like
Meet you, woman, at a quarter to three
Now get down on your bendin' knees
You know there's just a couple of things that I like
But don't get busted and ashamed
I'm lookin' out for you time and time again
The Holy One, the Nightingale
Laughin' on your way to hell
Look a little down the road
You hit it and you quit it and you already know
The simpler things have passed you by
But alone you'll be your well run dry

Besotted, and forgotten
Maybe we’ll just let it be
Until then, there’s the weekend
Until then

So won't you write to me and tell me a great story
About a little nobody who stole the whole of a golden bowl of shit
Goddamn, sorry for Ann
The bigger and the thicker be the only man
You're in my skin and holdin' my tongue
And girl, my dusty bell you rung

I don't care if you have indecision
When I see you down, girl, you know I'll be grinnin'
I don't care if they wrapped you in linen
When you come around, girl, no fuck will be given
I don't care if you have superstition
Everywhere you go, you see my apparition
I don't care if you're safe and you're sound
You're gonna scream my name when my ghost comes around

Besotted, and forgotten
But maybe we’ll just let it be
Until then, there’s the weekend
Until then

Besotted, and forgotten
And maybe we’ll just let it be
Until then, there’s the weekend
Until then!