where the fuck are the women

I’m tired of all these bland what-do-you-do-for-a-living bitches
with their pussies wired to their ideas of what my wallet might hold

where the fuck are the poets
where the fuck are the gypsy mistresses
the earth women
the sailing chicks
the petrol-head bitches
the drinkers
the drunks
the tattooed freaks and fighters?

where are the women to tear holes in
to tear holes with?
where are the ones who stop pubs
and cast spells
and raise hell?

the ones who grow and learn and teach and frighten?

where are the good women
where are the magic ones
where are you?

I got the juice the life the boats the cars the cash the cock the muscle
the hard rope of life
the guts the rub the time
so where the fuck are you?
yeah sing it rock-and-roll loud and fucking c’mon let’s steal it ride it trip it stride it roll it smoke it fight it feel it fuck it
where the hell are you?
I say where the hell are you?
don’t leave a man dying in amongst the mediocre
aint no good for a man to die in the hands and hearts of dullards
don’t let me fade out baby
come be the fuel
come burn it all down with me
and make it all new
yeah that’s what we’ll do;
creation in destruction
order in our mayhem
beauty in the void
death in sex-fuck-love

can’t do it without you
sweet ruinous maker of life
I need your earth
to make me
so one last time
for the dyin'

where the fuck are you?
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