I want you inside a real understanding of the weapon
The rock that you wear is such a heavy thing to bear
Take it off, face up to your affliction
I want you
Born for the raw, born for the law
The fiddler and his whore
Born for the ride, you're on nobody's side
You never show your skin
I want you beyond a ball and a finger and a rhythm
There is a market town square where you just might sell your wares
You'll never be in time and that's addiction
I want you
Born for the fall, the undertaker's call
He's a hopper and he's mad
Born for the ride, you're on nobody's side
You never show your skin
I want you tied to a rope and a crowd to watch your weeping
As the beneficiary of the girl who conquered me
I'll always hold you up to my admission
I want you
Born for the stand, you never hold my hand
It's a criminal enterprise
Born for the ride, you're on nobody's side
You never show your skin
I want you against the pink and the yellow of the desert
With a marble in one hand and in the other a grain of sand
Once you are alone we'll be together