Mercenaries

It's a slow motion night

In the hot city lights

Past time when the good folks

Are snoring in bed

On a loose jointed cruise

To recolor your blues

An' with illegal notions alive

Alive in your head

And you are back from some war

That you've been fighting for

Some old blue blood bastard

In a dark pinstripe suit

And the word from your loins

Has your mind in your groin

And your back pocket burning with blood

With blood money loot

And you walk past the glow

Of the flicker picture shows

Where the raincoat men wait

For a child to come by

And the women in doorways

Who have nothing to say

'Cause your money is talking

To the ones that you would try

And she owns the block

With the dead pawnshop clock

She's the answer to dreams

That you pay to come true

She's got no heart of gold

But that's not what she's sold

She just sees herself doing what she

What she has to do

And she's all that you're hoping

As her coat falls open

Give her bread and she leads you

To a bed on the floor

Where the ten million years

And through ten billion tears

The armies bootmen have marched

Back from their wars

She's in that state of grace

Before time finds her face

With a mind of old wisdoms

And a body still young

And she tastes as sweet

As a child's chaco chit

Before the butts and the whiskey

Had wasted the taste of your tongue

Play the music again

Of the Grey stubble men

That groaning blue symphony

Moans evermore

And you watch as she fakes it

And of course you just take it

She's better than others

You never paid your money for

And you've used up your booty

And the girl's done her duty

And the turnstile has turned

And you learn you are done

And you're back on the street

Joining fresh marching feet

You see more soldiers coming

And your girl chooses one

And the medic has brought

Shots for what you have caught

And your leave is all over

You're back on the line

And you joke in the trenches

Of the hot blooded wenches

And the things that you'll do

When they next give you the time

And you're back in your army

Back shedding red blood

And you dream of the girl

As you sleep in the mud

And you know you'd swap with her

If the deal could be made

'Cause you'd rather be working at love

At love as your trade