Shadow Snores

Naked ambition, he’s on a mission
Drinking his courage in some yuppie bar
Floats through a fog in a sterilized car
With his sunglasses on and the windows barred
A throwback in time with a radical tie
And a twitch in his eye and wide-open sores
Can’t wait for sunset, calls you his “sex pet”
Grins like an insect and laughs like a horse
Walking right beside you
Always sure to find you
Wants to get inside you
But the Shadow snores
Wants to get married
Have some very, very
Ugly little children
And a bitter divorce
Hear him stammer when you ask
“What’s the matter?”
And he don’t want to answer that
he don’t want to dance
He’s made you his project
now he’s your problem
Wants more than rough sex
he’s your kind of man