[Karen Finley on wordless vocals]
[Sinéad O'Connor:]
The phone calls always left me unsure
They'd never say things of their own accord
I am preoccupied
I can't get them out of my mind
They are terrified
And if you said jump in the river, I would
Because it would probably be a good idea
You're not supposed to be here at all now
It's all been a gorgeous mistake
Sick one or clean one, the best one
That God ever made
When I kissed you, you didn't mind
I thought I tasted of too many cigarettes
But you tasted like wine
And I'm not going to change my mind
Just because of what they said
The worm has laid eggs in their hearts
But not in my head
And if you said jump in the river, I would
Because it would probably be a good idea
You're not supposed to be here at all now
It's all been a gorgeous mistake
Sick one or clean one, the best one
That God ever made
There's been days like this before, you know
And I liked it all
Like the times we did it so hard
There was blood on the wall
And if you said jump in the river, I would
Because it would probably be a good idea
And if you said jump in the river, I would
Because it would probably be a good idea
If you said jump
If you said jump
Jump
Jump
[Karen Finley:]
[More wordless vocalizing]
Mother, do you have a prick?
Yes, I do, just like cows do
Mother, do you have a prick?
Yes, I do, just like cows do
After my mother washed me, powdered me, I insisted that she masturbate me
You wonder why I got panic attacks
You dreamed you ate me through my silken panties
But baby, you got it wrong, I don’t smile when I come
Jump-start me
Jump-start me
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Ain't got a leg, but I got a stump
Ain't got a dick, baby, but I got a pump
Ain't got a titty, but I got a lump
Never knew how to walk, so I gotta jump
Jump-start me
Jump-start me
Jump in my arch
Jump on the starch
He loved to wear silk knotted scarves around his neck, baby
Finger them, finger the scarves
He twists the scarf around my neck, baby
I wish he was twisting it around my clit
I mean, my dick, I mean, my cock, baby
Twist it, twist it good, twist that silky scarf
Well, you sell those ties on Madison Avenue
Work me, work me good
And you perform that magic trick good
By taking that silk tie, oiled, knotted
Pull it out of my ass
Oh, let me come, let me come
[Wordless vocalizing]
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