Will To Survive

arenīt you ruby-nosed, arenīt you another door thatīs closed
arenīt you muscle-brained, such a sad refrain
broke your bones & you drank your eyes
to what you thought was the last sunrise
dressed to kill, dressed to die
with your will to survive..

sheīs no photograph, sheīs oh so so much like a laugh
breakdown, itīs a foolish whim, to be so submerged in sin
she could easily jump the queue, but getting out is something new
itīs her last chance to catch the line, itīs just another try
in her will to survive..

you know silk stained skin, you know the many ways in
you know the back door slide, donīt know whoīs the guide
broke your back to catch a glimpse
of the other man racked in innocence
you donīt know how, you donīt ask why
in your will to survive..

you need endless support, cause you find youīre on distort
itīs nothing, but you canīt believe in nothing ever makes you see
I canīt tell you what to do, everytime itīs something new
come in number 21, your fifteen minutes have all gone...

Dec-79