Adrienne Rich - Rape lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Rape lyrics]
There is a cop who is
Both prowler and father:
He comes from your block, grew
Up with your brothers, had certain ideals
You hardly know him in his
Boots and silver badge
On horseback, one hand touching his gun
You hardly know him but you have
To get to know him:
He has access to machinery
That could kill you
He and his stallion clop like
Warlords among the trash
His ideals stand in the air, a frozen cloud
From between his unsmiling lips
And so, when the time comes, you
Have to turn to him
The maniac’s sperm still
Greasing your thighs
Your mind whirling like crazy
You have to confess
To him, you are guilty of the crime
Of having been forced
And you see his blue eyes
The blue eyes of all the family
Whom you used to know
Grow narrow and glisten
His hand types out the details
And he wants them all
But the hysteria in your voice please
S him best
You hardly know him but now
He thinks he knows you:
He has taken down your worst moment
On a machine and filed it in a file
He knows, or thinks he knows
How much you imagined
He knows, or thinks he knows
What you secretly wanted
He has access to machinery that
Could get you put away
And if, in the sickening
Light of the precinct
And if, in the sickening
Light of the precinct
Your details sound like a
Portrait of your confessor
Will you swallow, will you deny them
Will you lie your way home?
Both prowler and father:
He comes from your block, grew
Up with your brothers, had certain ideals
You hardly know him in his
Boots and silver badge
On horseback, one hand touching his gun
You hardly know him but you have
To get to know him:
He has access to machinery
That could kill you
He and his stallion clop like
Warlords among the trash
His ideals stand in the air, a frozen cloud
From between his unsmiling lips
And so, when the time comes, you
Have to turn to him
The maniac’s sperm still
Greasing your thighs
Your mind whirling like crazy
You have to confess
To him, you are guilty of the crime
Of having been forced
And you see his blue eyes
The blue eyes of all the family
Whom you used to know
Grow narrow and glisten
His hand types out the details
And he wants them all
But the hysteria in your voice please
S him best
You hardly know him but now
He thinks he knows you:
He has taken down your worst moment
On a machine and filed it in a file
He knows, or thinks he knows
How much you imagined
He knows, or thinks he knows
What you secretly wanted
He has access to machinery that
Could get you put away
And if, in the sickening
Light of the precinct
And if, in the sickening
Light of the precinct
Your details sound like a
Portrait of your confessor
Will you swallow, will you deny them
Will you lie your way home?