X ~ One more hump for the revolution

one more knock for the road my darling
one more flutter for the soldier boy
I'd love to wear the uniform and clomp
through the blizzard of your undergarments
to Petrograd or Washington D.C
I'd take the country for your hip
one more hump for the revolution

one more cross for the road my darling
one more palm for your brave tin boy
I've a fistful of decorum to pin to your breasts
I would torture royalty for a hand or two
open beneath them - any sane man would
any Menshevik or Patriot would
yes one more hump for the revolution

one more coup for the road my darling
one more tryst for your country's pride
I'd proudly salute the old queen in her carriage
then hurl a bomb right through her window
for your thigh to be a tourniquet on mine
I want your body to be my wicked rack
I want your kisses to be my burning noose
God I'd call myself Gestapo if you wanted me to

one more hump for the revolution
open your legs for our pretty boys
pant for our pride and our courage, woman
shudder for our iron flesh strength