Patti Smith Group - Babelogue lyrics

I haven't fucked much with the past
But i've fucked plenty with the future over
The skin of silk are scars from
The splinters of stations and wall
I've caressed a stage is
Like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen
Pleasure i would measure the success of
A night by the way by
The way by the amount of piss and
Seed i could exude over the columns
That nestled the PA some nights i'd
Surprise everybody by skipping off with
A skirt of green net sewed over with
Flat metallic circles which dazzled and
Flashed the lights were violet and white
I had an ornamental veil
But i couldn't bear to use it when
My hair was cropped i carved covering, but
Now my hair it'self is a veil
And the scalp of a crazy and
Sleepy comanche lies beneath this
Netting of skin i wake up i
Am lying peacefully i am lying
Peacefully and my knees are open to
The sun i desire him
And he is absolutely ready to seize
Me in heart i am moslem in heart
I am an American in heart i
Am moslem in heart i am an maerican
Artist and i have no guilt
I seek pleasure i seek the nerves
Under your skin the narrow archway
The layers
The scroll of ancient lettuce we worship
The flaw, the belly, the belly
The mole on the belly of an
Exquisite whore he spared the child
And spoiled the rod i have
Not sold myself to god