The time has gone out on the field
What's happening now doesn't matter
Who knows what passes for real
If you touch me will I shatter?
You're lying there like it matters
Lying there I'm in tatters
You're lying there on a platter
Women and children are licking their lips
But you're only slicing for men
A drawstring of powder, a sharpening stick
They'll be in for a surprise even then
You've got some ink marking when
You've got some ink making sense
You've got some ink showing where
The writing was clearly light when you came
Before that the whispers of home
You urged me on, said "There's no shame"
"Just fill up all of those holes"
But polish my bumpers and chrome
First polish my bumpers alone
Now polish me take me on home
(instrumental)
At some point the clock started ticking again
But we were both somewhere else
A quicker, a flicker, a memory then
Oh how you painted my fence
The way you could ride me the best
The way you take my defense
You make it all more intense
You're lying there on a platter
You've got some ink dripping sense
Polish my bumpers and take me on home
You make it all more intense
You make me beg you to come
You make it all more intense
You make me beg you to come
