So Come Back, I Am Waiting Lyrics

So Come Back, I Am Waiting

A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls. A black sheep boy
dissolves in syringe or in shower stall. He says “there’s plenty
of time to make you mine tonight, there’s plenty of time to make you
mine.� He says “there’s plenty of ways to know you’re
not dying, all right. Hell, there’s plenty of light still left in your
eyes.� A black sheep boy grows horns, breathing smoke through his
microphone. The airwaves stretch and they groan, bleeding, birthing his black
diapason. He says “there’s plenty of things to wear when you come
to me, every color of sleeve to be rolled. There are millions of rolling eyes
that still cling to me. Every language of king is concerned. So why did you
bawl from the spell of some old holy song that some liar laughed as he composed
- some liar I loved to control?� A black sheep boy dissolves in hot cream,
in sweet moans, in each dead bed and empty home, in each seething bacterium.
Killing softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial.
He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria. He’s the thrill of the
abecedarian. (See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?) And
there’s plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight, and there’s
plenty of things to do on his dime. And there’s plenty of ways to wear
his hide tonight. You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine. So why did
you flee? Don’t you know you can’t leave his control, only call
all his wild works your own? So come back and we’ll take them all on. So
come back to your life on the lam. So come back to your old black sheep man. He
says “I am waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and
damned. I am waiting - I snort and I stamp. I am waiting, you know that I am,
calmly waiting to make you my