Dixie Babylon

We went down to the old part of town

By the stinking canal and the cotton mill

Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on

With a gesture she said to me

I really must confess

I'd like to get undressed with you

And though the thought had never really crossed my mind

Oh, but that was a lie

So we went along

We ran out under the turning leaves

And the fetid earth, it was damp and cool

Autumn's feeble light on her salty neck

All innocence, it was lost

I really must confess

I'm feeling quite distressed, my stars are always crossed

But I have always taken more than I have given back

And as a matter of fact, I've given nothing up