Rome - Among The Wild Boys Lyrics
Among the wild boys growsA flower of contemptThey trample with silver bootsThey lick with green tonguesThere is no relief among the wild boysThere is no cooling offExcept on summer's cool rocksAt night, out by the riverThe wild boys feedOn the greyroom's nectarOn sperm and orangesPeels lie scatteredAll over the city streetsThe wild boys hideIn veiled, damp tenement roomsThey sit ***** on the cement floorIn the ashes of Vondrel ParkIn the dirt of empty placesWhere you lie exhausted, drainedThe wild boys will nurse youWith spit and with dustAnd with sweatAnd with heatWith bones