Conception

'Conception' was written in 1981 and recorded in 2017.

Verse 3 doesn't appear in the spoken version.

Drunken, desperate, in the dark,
Two strangers wrestle in the park.
Neither really there or caring,
Love in the park is not for sharing.

He grimly strains for some adhesion
In numb, unwilling nether region.
His eyes shut tight, he counts to ten.
Once there, no luck, he counts again.

Senses yawning, plagued with stitch,
He would show this communal bitch,
Suppressing the need to spend a penny,
That he was a man among so many.

He summons up a fantasy to aid concentration
From an adolescent stock of x-rated masturbation
And growls and slobbers and acts the part,
Increasing the pace with a seven-pint fart.

The bitch, long past all show, just lay
And let the stranger have his way.
Bored and sore at the end of the day,
She wished he'd get there and go away...