O Syphilis, arise my love,
and we will go down to the streets
and beat a wild dance to the morning;
tear to shreds the stained sheets
where we have slept together
and come down to the morning bars
of Montreal and San Francisco,
and we will drink cold beer
from the bottle, in the morning bars
of New York and Mexico;
and I will rave like a zen lunatic,
for you are in my blood, my obsession;
I stink of you, I sweat of you
O Syphilis –
in tattered clothes and unwashed skin,
come down with me to the morning bars,
come down with me to the morning streets,
for who else will have me now