Standin' on the corner
Alone with the wind
Cocaine in his system
And it's colder than it's ever been

You know, sometimes all the cruelty
In the world just descends
Down upon the man in high heels
For no reason

Scratch card rub off silver
Is the jewel beneath his nails
His skin is bar room, shark fin
His lashes are sardine tails

He knows some night
Somehow, somewhere
Somebody gonna wish to end
The life of feather boa for no reason

Born to be a witness
Born to doubt the cross
Born to suck a man off
And sleep upon his loss

Cry stoically through **** storms
As his veins collapse and die
This **** between my legs
Just makes me cry

Promenade in snow flakes
Feather boa and the wind
It's 4 am on Sunday
And it's harder then it's ever been

You know, sometimes just a whisper
From the god of hope descends
And doubles back to these types
For a reason

Born to be a witness
Born to doubt the cross
Born to suck a man off
And sleep upon his loss

Cry stoically through **** storms
As his veins collapse and die
That **** between your legs
Just makes me cry