Lyrics:

Back (in y'r love)

When the wind is crawlin'
at y'r basement floor
the rats are runnin' round
tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door
when I smell the . . .
on y'r sweatstained street
I see this French chick
lickin' my speed
When the snow is wettin'
my old wooden chair
the crabs are runnin' round
in my pubic hair
when y'r bubblegum is stickin'
in my pubic hair
when all my old sollicitors
come around, only needles for a pay
all me brandnew visitors


only have spoons to give away

all my precious pleasures
you took away with all your charms
all my so called treasures
made a strainer of my arms

damn this cruel december
days shift into nights
I wish I could remember
how you drifted from my sight
anything I can think of
it never seems enough
I make friends with y'r daddy
I make friends with y'r dog
just to get you let me back in y'r love
just to get you let me back in y'r love