Hot Lunch

No one knows what I do in my room with my girl and she won’t tell you
Sometimes she tells me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head
I talk in terms of «he» and «she» to avoid the nerves of «me» and «we»
She talks in terms of love and of some things that I thought that I’d risen
above
And one of us here is a pervert
And one of us here is a child
And everybody can only be themselves
I used to have dreams I made love to my cat, is it shockiing for me to tell you
that?
I might tell you more buy you might walk away and I don’t feel like eating alone
Daddy, he has to work all day and mommy and baby just watch
After all, every living creature on earth wants a hot lunch
One of us here is a guillotine
And one of us here is your neck
And everybody can only be themsleves