THE THIN BLUE LINE MEETS THE MARQUIS DE SADE

WAILING SIRENS, PULSING LIGHTS,
HYPNOTIC COLORS SCREAMING,
THE THIN BLUE LINE HAS ONCE AGAIN,
GIVEN LIFE NEW MEANING.

A STEEL BATON, A CRUSHING BOOT,
WITH TIME ENOUGH TO MEND,
AND IN A FEW OR MAYBE MORE,
I'M GOOD TO GO AGAIN.

NOW I'VE BEEN FUCKED FOR TWO LONG YEARS,
MY BUTT IS REALLY SORE,
I TAKE IT AS A COMPLIMENT,
THEY'RE COMING BACK FOR MORE.

NOW MARQUIS DE SADE PLAYED WITH TOYS,
BUT NOT THE KINDS AT CHRISTMAS.
GAGS, RESTRAINTS TO STIFLE NOISE
AND THINGS TO PUT WITHIN US.

BUT I THINK TOYS ARE SISSIFIED,
I GUESS TO EACH HIS OWN.
YOUR POUNDING FIST IS GLORIOUS
WHEN IT MAKES ME GROAN.

NOW BUSTED LUNGS AND SEVERED SPINES,
YOU MAY NOT THINK FANTASTIC,
BUT FROM MY OWN POINT OF VIEW,
IT'S UTTERLY ORGASMIC.

TO DIE THIS WAY, WHILE MAYBE WRONG,
IS NOT FOR ME TO SAY.
THIS LIFE OF MINES BEEN MUCH TOO LONG.
I THINK I'LL DIE TODAY.

SO WIPE YOUR TEARS, RELEASE YOUR FEARS,
THE REAPERS COME TO PLAY.
AND BOYS IN BLUE I'M TELLING YOU,
I WANT TO DIE THIS WAY.

WAILING SIRENS, PULSING LIGHTS,
HYPNOTIC COLORS STREAMING,
THE THING THAT I WANT LEAST OF ALL,
TO WAKEN FROM MY DREAMING.

my homage to "the original wrapper"
what do you say lou reed - "venus in furs"
just the appetizer?