“And every day seems greater than the last one” she would say
As she opened up sore wounds and kept them for the plucking
She had fashion sense, and her lips were blessed
and a hand that was full of marbles
She would throw them on the kitchen floor
and hope that she could catch them
She was like a werewolf, a starship flown by Gemini
Breaking up like static from an old house sound system
She made noise with no one listening, and had eyes like the graveyard
Of the ones that never rest not even when they sleep
not even when they sleep
So they take a tall patch of grass, grab ass
and walk on down the alley way
Where another man is waiting to go and be her slave
And to love is not to leave, and to doubt is not to be true
You took a forearm on the neck my dear
and now the Devil’s painted you
You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew

I was a monolith and listened to Baby Shambles
As they talked about rattlesnakes and telegraphed wet dreams
I was moralized, and televised and maybe I was energized
And I dreamed about drowning in a dark sea with Elvis
As he screamed out for mercy I watched the skyline separate
Into a barrage of colors, shapes, and things we had yet to see
But just as it was the end I was just beginning
Beginning to figure out lightness and darkness
and everything around me
I was lifted from the ashes on a new cloud of baptism
Of Cherry Pie, Fly Paper, and long forgotten Sunday
Afternoons in the park where everyone was walking
Backwards from the end like a blue marijuana strain
I was bitten from that toaster oven thrown down from the sun again
You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew

We both practiced our own tango, we ate the tasty nectar
Of a 5 flavored financial suicide dripping from our shoulders
We could catch the tiny droplets, we would savor all the moments
Of tongue twists and shaken hips and long forgotten eulogies
As the roar of mighty thunders came crashing from the Heavens
We would raise our shields to cover our tails
from the debris of all the helpless
And the lipless and the maimed and the souls of all their children
Who had never been loved who had never been loved
So disregard the fallacies, and break your tiny bubbles free
The marketplace was vandalized when the ships put down their anchors
And look out for your footprints boys and place a tiny lotus flower
In the basement of your enemy where he can never see it
And the wounds will be forgotten, the wounds will be forgotten
So Twist your wrist and ball your fists and the wounds will be forgotten
You were just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew