Fatima Mansions – The White Knuckle Express Lyrics
Artist: Fatima Mansions
Song: The White Knuckle Express
This truck stop: rancid gravy
A man with no hands waving
And the dog ’round my leg bumps and grinds
It rains for miles out there
On mud and tar and still air
And the fungus-lined gap between stinking towns
Pork-Eyes got him a brand new hand
He’s gonna grasp you
He won’t ask you
And he’ll tell you it’s all your fault
The cup runneth over, your jaws to bless
On the white-knuckle express
She is [grace?] naked, I cannot see her face
She slides across me
I am wearing a collar and a tie
We’re tuneful, cute and giving
See, that’s how we make our living
In a hall full of corpses, we’d smile and bounce on
Some say it’s aimless b#llsh#t
But they come from big houses and budgets
And, although I don’t look it, I’m getting really f#cking old
He’s gonna spill you, it better thrill you,
Or he’ll tear this place apart
Pork-Eyes! We’re going up! Feet-first, feet-first!
And the legend on that girl’s thigh reads “Love = Hurt = Hate”–CHORUS
Pork-Eyes, he will stroke your long hair tenderly in all the waterfront bars
Where the wine and hollow talk-of-men will muffle things that really, really are
And you’ll go back to your room with him on your healthy sandalled feet
To come out minutes later, bleeding, torn above, torn underneath…
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Release Year: 1990