The Purification Ritual

I come around to foot your face Where seven whores on seven shores Come foaming in to mark the place Where liars burn and liars die Your life is like an iron spoon It's pressed against my spittled tongue And makes clean inside machines And could be thought for thirty cents The leopard's dancing marks the place Where cacophonic rituals Pay heft-hewn tribute to idols Who ransom you yourself with spooks Psycho-babbling neurosis Like Melfi's legs they grab your loins And perpetrate Cartesian blurs While exploiting the proletaire Now bring it back and bring me home I want to suckle something real The carnivore makes carnal sin And twists the garbage back to me The contradict the self at will That's freedom of a higher filth And, simultaneous, Satan's spin O Jesus Christ cut through this knot The gordian knot, the gordian knot O Jesus Christ cut through this knot