Momus - Steven Zeeland lyrics
[Momus - Steven Zeeland lyrics]
All I desire is a military man
Who knows that he is born
A soldier, a sailor
A pretty marine blowing on the horn
On a military base or a battleship deck
Let me come in his ass with
My tongue down his neck
When I die mix my ash with the piss
At Camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club
Well Brent was my crush in high school, boys
And I followed him round the world
Well the army sent Brent off to Frankfurt
Boys but Brent he went off with a girl
I rented a room like a Fassbinder film
But, I needed a job so they had me begin
At a sporting goods store
On the military base blowing on the horn
And why should I lust after killing machines
A man of my delicate build?
Why request photos of naked marines
From the Athletic Model Guild?
Stripped to the skin
Their muscles like rocks
With their hair high and tight
Gripping their cocks put it down to the
Fact that opposites attract
And go blowing on the horn
On Okinawa straight Corporal Buchman
Bonded while getting tattoos
In California a thousand marines were
Caught posing for gay videos
Nobody's straight one hundred percent
Every soldier and sailor's potentially bent
I'll keep you hard till
Your girlfriend arrives
And go blowing on the horn
He wrote 'Barrack Buddies
And Soldier Lovers', 'The Masculine Marine'
'Sailors and Sexual Identity' and did
Lots of research in between
But a writer should never
Stop living to write
Steven Zeeland, our hero
Still follows the fleet
Painting the town, writing it down
And a' blowing on the horn
A man in the thrall of a sexual
Spell is the luckiest man alive
The dreams he has lived and
The sperm he has spilled
Give meaning to his life
When you look back, after you're dead
You'll regret what you didn't do
Not what you did
When I die mix my ash with the piss
At camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club
Who knows that he is born
A soldier, a sailor
A pretty marine blowing on the horn
On a military base or a battleship deck
Let me come in his ass with
My tongue down his neck
When I die mix my ash with the piss
At Camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club
Well Brent was my crush in high school, boys
And I followed him round the world
Well the army sent Brent off to Frankfurt
Boys but Brent he went off with a girl
I rented a room like a Fassbinder film
But, I needed a job so they had me begin
At a sporting goods store
On the military base blowing on the horn
And why should I lust after killing machines
A man of my delicate build?
Why request photos of naked marines
From the Athletic Model Guild?
Stripped to the skin
Their muscles like rocks
With their hair high and tight
Gripping their cocks put it down to the
Fact that opposites attract
And go blowing on the horn
On Okinawa straight Corporal Buchman
Bonded while getting tattoos
In California a thousand marines were
Caught posing for gay videos
Nobody's straight one hundred percent
Every soldier and sailor's potentially bent
I'll keep you hard till
Your girlfriend arrives
And go blowing on the horn
He wrote 'Barrack Buddies
And Soldier Lovers', 'The Masculine Marine'
'Sailors and Sexual Identity' and did
Lots of research in between
But a writer should never
Stop living to write
Steven Zeeland, our hero
Still follows the fleet
Painting the town, writing it down
And a' blowing on the horn
A man in the thrall of a sexual
Spell is the luckiest man alive
The dreams he has lived and
The sperm he has spilled
Give meaning to his life
When you look back, after you're dead
You'll regret what you didn't do
Not what you did
When I die mix my ash with the piss
At camp Pendleton Del Mar Enlisted Club