Текст песни Lou Reed — Pumping Blood

If I pump out blood in the sunshine,
Oil on the wheel
That is blasted and busted away,
A nail or a little piece of glass,
A little piece of glass,
A little piece of glass,
Swarming like bees over the air,
Off the pump, off the thing,
The blood that I'm pumping away.
Like bees over the air,
Off the pump,
Off the thing,
The blood that I'm pumping away.
Off the pump,
Off the thing,
The blood that I'm pumping away.
If I pump blood in the sunshine,
And you wear a leather box with azaleas,
And I pump more blood,
And it seeps through my skin,
Will you adore the river
The stream, the trickle
The tributary of my heart,
As I pump more blood
And it seeps through my skin?
Will you adore the river,
The stream, the trickle,
The tributary of my heart,
If I'm pumping blood
Like a common state worker,
If I waggle my ass like a dark prostitute,
Would you think less of me
And my coagulating heart?
Waggle my ass like a dark prostitute,
Coagulating heart,
Pumping blood.
Would you top me off?
Would you top me off as I deepen a curtsy?
While you yell out, “Mercy!”
We grow apart.
Would you rip and cut me,
Use a knife on me,
Be shocked at the boldness,
The coldness of this little heart
Tied up in leather?
Would you take the measure,
Of the blood that I pump
In the manic confusion of love?
Supreme violation,
Supreme violation.
“Oh, ah, ah, ah, Jack, I beseech you!
Oh, Jack, I beseech you!”
Supreme violation.
Blood in the foyer,
The bathroom,
The tea room,
The kitchen; with her knives splayed.
I will swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored man's dick.
Blood spurting from me.
“Oh, Jack, Jack, I beseech!
Jack, I beseech you, I beseech!”
In the end it was an ordinary heart.
“Oh, Jack, I beseech you”,
As I scream out my pain.
In the end it was an ordinary heart,
In the end, in the end, in the end,
It was an ordinary heart.
“Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, I beseech you!”
Supreme violation…
“Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack, I beseech you!”
I call out your name.
Blood in the foyer, the bathroom,
The tea room, the kitchen,
And knives splayed.
I swallow your sharpest cutter
Like a colored man's dick.
Blood spurting from me,
Blood spurting from me,
“Oh, Jack,
Oh, Jack, I beseech ya!”
In the end it was an ordinary heart,
In the end it was an ordinary heart,
Pumping blood.