Living in the middle of furniture Felt like a part of it Suddenly I realized I was living a hackneyed life The furniture started to move I was taken away by the moving hands I had been spared Of a living like furniture I started to move and I went into town I fucked every nice looking man Business in the night And sleepin' by day I missed the feeling that's called love I was running away for the hands The hands who where bringing me poison Of living and death And again I had been spared I was taken away by unknowing hands And it felt so great and it was so warm I was saved by what they call love