I've Got Leeches

I am a crab from the sea of black And you’re the barnacle on my back Yeah you’re the tooth that I can’t extract I am the crow from the building juts And you’re the tinfoil in my guts Yeah no one struts like a blackbird struts I’ve got leeches under my clothes And I can’t reach them I’ve got leeches under my clothes Nobody can see them I’ve got leeches under my clothes And ooh, they’re achin’ As they suck the blood from our conversation I used to go to school on Saturdays The ladies told us God was in everything But one of those ladies had to wear a wig And then one day she was gone, and she didn’t come back Bottle depot man with thalidomide hands Tells me that I’m looking like a right gentleman He walked like a ghost in the halls up and down In the hospital where they wear their paper gowns Well my hands are strong and 10 keys wide But in my mother’s body I was lying on my side My face came squished like my father’s pride I came squished like a cartoon cat