I am promiscuous

I feel no shame

I'm held by many lovers

Their bodies pass away

In cool rooms

I'm caressed by strong hands

They trust me implicitly

I will not let them down

They know when they pass

On I will remain

I am cold and hard

But you should feel me burn

When you squeeze me

In that way my lips turn to fire

Spitting molten kisses

That mark you deep

Cradled in rough arms

In hotel bedroom

Or rubble strewn street

I feel no shame

The lovers pass on

Only I remain

I feel no loss! Kaleshnikov

I spit on pity

Cackle at the heavens

Head tipped back

Lips on fire

I feel no loss Kaleshnikov

I know no God, Kaleshnikov

I feel no loss, I see no love

I know no God, Kaleshnikov

I know no God