Dragon - Lou Reed, Metallica

You don’t actually care

You don’t actually care

You don’t actually care

Love for you is no beginning

You’re not really there, hallucination

I thought you were listening, hallucination

I thought you were listening, hallucination

I understand you think you’re above it

The adolescent sense of the sky

The feeling of billowing heartbeats

The fingertips run through your hair

They run through your hair, hallucination, hallucination

Oh, you think you’re so special

That there’s no law meant for you!

You come and go like the goddess you are

We’re mere mortals below!

Fingertips run through your hair

We are mere mortals below

Are meant to be peons!

Are meant to be servants!

Are meant to be dismissible objects

One fucks with

One fucks with

Poor pitiful creature

The winner in heartbreak

The winner in caring

The winner in every miniscule method of wearing

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My, my caring for you

Caring for you

Do you think we’re a book

Some kind of a table

You can rest your feet on when you’re able?

Red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

Poor pitiful creature

To notice the pining

The self deprivation

The self flagellation of you

Dear worshipers

We do like you regal

We do like you haughty

We do love to look upon your perfect body!

The hair on your shoulders

The smell of your armpit

The taste of your vulva and everything on it

We all really love you!

And you have no meaning

You don’t even see us!

You were never caring!

You go do what you do!

You do it for you, no one exists with you!

You’re way above caring

Leave a trail upon the wake

That no one ever tries to take

Because waiting for you, thinking of you

Is another way of dying!

Is another way of dying!

I am clawing your chest

Until your collarbone bleeds

Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off

I scratch your face and bite your shoulders

Way above caring, way above caring

In your Kotex jukebox

Your Kotex jukebox

I’m doomed, I’m swearing, waiting for you

In your high heels and nightie

Your leather dress squeaking

Latex now sweating, waiting for you

In your tincture, your opium white bathrobe

Your white tiles run red now

Are we both dead now?

The liquid exchange of our heart

The liquid exchange of our heart

Are we both dead now?

You’re way above caring

Your heart on your sleeve!

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring!

My caring for you!

My caring for you!

You’re way beyond caring

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

Oblivious to caring

Leave a trail upon the wake

That no one ever tries to take

Because waiting for you

Because thinking of you

Is another way of dying!

You’re way above caring!

Oblivious to caring!

Oblivious to caring!

You poor pitiful creature

The mistake of feeling

The one who rejects you is the winner, it’s true

The winner in heartbreak!

The winner in caring!

The winner in every minuscule method of wearing!

Your heart on your sleeve

A red star of idiocy

An idiot’s idiocy

Your heart on your fucking sleeve

My caring for you

We were meant to be peons

We’re meant to be peons

Mere mortals below

Meant to be servants

Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with

Oh, oh, oh you’re so special

No law meant for you

You come and go like the goddess you are!

The fingertips run through your hair

A billowing heart beats

Feeling, feeling

Ah, ah, ah!

What a glorious feeling

To be so rejected

So rejected

An idiot’s idiocy

My caring for you

You think I’m a book or a table

You can rest your fucking feet on

When you’re able

The taste of your vulva, everything on it

The hair on your shoulders

The smell of your armpit

We do love you, to look upon your perfect body

We love you regal, we love you haughty

Oblivious to caring!

Oblivious to caring!

Caring

Caring

Oh my dear

Oh my dear!

Oh my dear!

Oblivious to caring…

Are we really dead now?!

Are we both dead now?!