Wu

There’s an army of women screaming, «Come Charlie Come!» They want to set me
free.
Packed in lines reading each-other's hands. Now they’ve come for me.
I’m scared of what they might find,
In this life or the one that I hide.
Since I’ve lost you on that hot summer’s night life’s been harder a task.
You’ve been keeping company to the creatures of my past.
I’m going back to China — I F*cking need a rest.
My love’s been torn to pieces, I thought it was endless.
Charlie with his shiny snake jacket on comes out of this mayhem.
With some rough idea of what’s going on he hollers back at them.
«There's a scar on the palm of my hand, I suggest you get back into town.»
I made a puppet that looks like you and hung it on a shelf.
Along with Mexican jewelery that celebrates death.
I’m going back to China — I F*cking need a rest.
My love’s been torn to pieces, I thought it was endless.
Now the days pass by and the nights feel long in that old forsaken town.
Women started drinking or else went wrong. Manufacturing Charlie dolls.
They sell for a bucket or two.
I’m sure they’ll have one for you.
I’ll dance in your closet in your prom night dress.
I won’t owe you any grudge.
I’ll resurrect in your prom-night dress and strike your queen with a lifelong
nudge.
I’m going back to China — I F*cking need a rest.
My love’s been torn to pieces, I thought it was endless.
I’m going back to China — I F*cking need a rest.
My love’s been torn to pieces, I thought it was endless.