Scud Mountain Boys Follow

Did I notice a limp
as you ascended the crystal stairs on the way
to your well appointed room?

Oh, little buck, why must you join the fisticuffs?
Why must you risk your slender wrists to the fray?
Toy piano tinklings punctuate your every step,
but lately your gait sounds a mess.

Oh, so many boys, so many boys, so many boys,
so many antlers to be tossed off.
Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls,
so many pearls to be polished off.

It's all over, all over, all over, my lovely little twist.
It's all over, all over, all over.
Your face is a mess.

So, now the hunted joins the pack,
hackles thrown and joins the fray,
ferreted out the weak one.
"Say my name. Say my name."
...corralled from the parade route
(stupid spats and stupid curls)
with promises of princely things,
promises of polished pearls.

So, now the hunted joins the pack.
Rubber knives cut the air,
sends vibrations through glass jaws.
Little Stallion, did I see you there?

Send the matadors to their goring.
Raise the flag, it's all in the wrist.
All holes but no glory.
It will soon be over, my little twist.

It's all over, all over, all over.
It's all over, all over, all over.

So many boys, so many boys, so many boys,
so many antlers to be tossed off.
Oh, so many pearls, so many pearls, so many pearls,
so many pearls to be polished off.

It's all over, all over, all over,
my lovely, little twist.
It's all over, all over, all over.
Your face is a mess.

Did I notice a limp
as you ascended the crystal stairs on the way