Pornero Rome

There's a boot on your head
And spit on the leather and skin
A muffled roar, a pink rose
And something throbbing within
There's a star in your ear
And something stuck in your throat
And there's a scar right here
And my heart went to float

Pornero
Pornero
Pornero

There are those
Who rose from their bed
God knows what went through their head
But they caught a bus, a train, a break
And went ahead

They are miserable dogs now
Food for dogs now
But not you
You shimmer and shine
An angel divine

Every night