Michael McGuire The Last Virgin Lyrics

THE LAST VIRGIN

The pavement strains from the weight of the world, the paperboy
hustles to turn our shame into the news, and I go to work and my job
is just some job, good morning how are you ah man I cant even hear
that sh*** no more.
The sacrifice, stoke the fire, desire the flame, burn desire.
The mechanics of living we’ve offered our lives to our god the machine,
I get off the elevator and kill my way inside, but it’s alright I’ll be
alright as long as I lose my mind by the rules, that receptionist there
what a beauty dare could she be the last virgin.
The sacrifice, stoke the fire, desire the flame, burn desire.
Now we’re studying the demographics of the average drug dealer,
strange how their so close to the average faith healer, the divine made
a present of the future and we gave it back unwrapped, but I see the
point and the point just got sharper it’ll end by stabbing us in the
back.
The last virgin, pull back her hair, bind her wrist, f*** her care.
Kiss her mouth, then lick your lips, watch the sky, as it rips.
Staring out the window and I don’t know what I see, in the glass my reflection stares back at me, am I lost in this or is it my definition, is
there a god out there that’s beyond superstition, and if there is well
than he must play dice, because a rich mans secret is a poor mans vice,
and we kill with words and ways and knifes, and we move like silence
thru the holes in our lives.
The darkness comes from nowhere until the darkness is right here,
and I don’t fear no evil I just plane old fear, somehow wrong got
tangled up in what seemed right, but we just kept on believing in our
electric light, but now it all seems so black and white as the colors
vaporize, the truth stood to bold and naked so we draped it in
disguise, and now the last virgin will burn in the last sparks of my
sense, and the world will rise from her ashes to keep on dreaming in
past tense.
Man time to go, I didn’t get sh*** done, wonder what I’ll do tonight, oh
man there she goes, I wonder what she’ll do tonight, I’d like to follow
her home..........

april 93