Jim Carroll - Dry Dreams

Each night, they surround me
With the lights and the microphones . . .
With their bodies and the mile of cable
Like a magic ring of bone

Every night I have the same dream:
A man behind the door
With a tattooed erection
And no reflection
And his eyes like a Chinese whore . . .

Every night I have the same dream (Repeat 3 times)

The madonnas at the crossroads,
Dressed like future spies
They shine their lips with android sperm
And the Riviera skies . . .

But every night I have the same dream
It's a vision of the dead . . . The way
They stare into space
And never see a human face.
But just the back of their own heads