Somewhere In The Process
(It Went To His Head)
Somewhere in the process
It went straight to his head
And now in the distance
I saw just what he meant
Lost in the process
And share in disbelief
Mind full of justice
Head full of shit
Ten paces in darkness
Ten inches in length
Pornography's shared obsession
With male strength
I might turn on the television
I might glance but not look
When it's there and surrounds us
That's no excuse to be fucked
Behind a fence, behind a wall
Somebody's bed could be safe and warm
Could pull at hair or scratch at eyes
I changed these words to compromise
'Cos no-one knows and no-one sees
He'll never care he'll never bleed
And corridors that uttered once
Will never ask for his defence
He ought to be
He ought to be
Fucked
