Sovereign

Stains grow
 Taunt a sovereign soul
 It spreads down and out
 Covers flesh and bones and
 Brings life to the fecund few.
 Under my skin and under your skin
 We smell badlands rotting sweat glands
 So strangers come and when they leave they leave you
 Alone
 Tramline tears tear tracing paper laces
 Down your face
 Purge your sins, lowly stick-thin things
 We are unclean.
 We are unclean.
 We are unclean.
 All this mess and blood and grime and snail-slime makes life.
 Puritans wash clean their filthy rotten souls
 Nothing grows
 God is love; love is dirt, unclean
 We are unclean
 Let me out hear me shout "unclean".
 And if I fall
 Please let me fall
 Between your legs
 Beneath your beds while you lie
 I will whisper this chant while I finger your rosary
 Celibate dreams
 Never enough
 This salacious old mind
 Is aching to find purity in a world left behind
 It's so unjust.
 The great unwashed
 Will drip the drops of their dreams in the soil and the streams
 In the hope that they'll grow
 In the hearts and the minds of all mankind
 With sovereign souls just like mine
 There is no good there is no bad everything's true, it's all allowed.
 But I'm just a man dripping with sin
 With legions of lesions ripping my skin
 A sovereign soul with a sovereign heart
 Finding all the repetitive strains of familiar refrains
 In the songs full of life
 This malady is taking me over again like heat from a flame
 It's in the dirt inside your skirt
 It squirts and it spurts like a vein all the sticky remains of your love
 This is what makes us
 This is what makes us sovereign soul
 Sovereign hearts
 This is what makes us
 This is what makes us
 This is what makes
 Us