Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong
On the prairie at dawn?
Do I dare to fawn
Over fair-faced blondes?
Should there be bonds?
To their hair I'm drawn
Should my prayers be bronze?
An affair so wrong
I have been told
That my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that
When to get to my heart
You have to crawl through tight tunnels
Of sharp rock?