Subterran

I tried to make you out
After we tired to make out
All makeup and paint
It was after you preformed
Your one woman show
Leather and sex
Fire dancer in chains
I tried to find you after
In a marching band of black
A crowd out to impress
Fetish, swords and pricings
Bankers, clergy and sinners
This place has it all
Women who will whip you
For the Salvation Army
Plastic dicks and fishnets
What drove us here dear. . .
Was it the kids, the car, the bills?
Did I love you too much?
A hidden basement subterran
Places dark and secret
The cross you put me upon
I know you're out there
Somewhere
Hiding from me