pole dancing

hot summer days and nights
i wait for the time to shine
bright as the aztec sun
whose face shines down upon
me
i am in the spotlight now
no food, no water
just the suffering
that i must adapt to
for all the indian lovers,
the wannabe's
the entire crowd is waiting
for me to be their fool

and i ask of you
is this indian enough?
or do you wanna see
more sioux sioux
peering through the
loin cloth

as i make my way
center stage
i get to the pole
where the whole world
has got a pretty good view
i am ready
to bear all for you

i know how to
whore out my tragedy
i just puff out my chest
and show a little breast
for your eager eyes
to pierce through

as i look at the world
--my audience
i wonder if my moves
are genuine
do i need to lose
a little more land?
i do what i do
--whatever it takes
to be your private indian

but sometimes
i just want to get off the stage
but i'm still stuck to the pole
and i pull and i pull
trying to break free
from your clutching claws
from the images
i just want to break free
what medicine
ties me to this tree?
hanging man
i cannot stand
this
because my skin has been pierced
far too much
i am no one's answers
i am no one's jesus

so i pick up
what remains of me
and i leave the stage
being so tragic
is all the rage
but i break from this circle, jerk
because no one really knows me
no one can possibly know
and so i leave this tourist site
of sundancing, lapdancing
at least until
the next big show