From the recording Chicken Fried Cats EP
written by Captain Kittens (aka Ian Ileson)
recorded to tape by John Renoir
Lyrics
i've got a hard-on full of heartache for you
i've got a hard-on full of heartache for you
if you won't have my love, baby, my balls are gonna sing the blues
i've got a hard-on full of heartache for you
you look so vulnerable caught in the spotlight of my shield
i lust to fill you past the wrist with the long arm that i wield
it's pornographic poetry--you bent over my hood
seeing you squirming in those cuffs is like a taser to my wood
that i'm gonna stick to ya
now i'ma gently tenderize ya with the tip of my beating rod
then i'll knock you down to yer knees, cuz i've been ordained by god
to split you open and leave you splayed--feed you to my dogs
when i'm finally through with you, i'm gonna lock you in a metal box
and get hot while you rot
the only reason i ran your name boy--so i could scream it after i've came
so long as you submit to losing, i go ahead and let you play my dirty game
it's only fun on one side of the gun, so kid, i guess you're out of luck
you got the right to remain silent, but i'd prefer you gave that up
and let me hear it