When I fall, I'll aim my feet at you   I'll aim my knees, floating through breeze   Too dumb to follow a moving target. Still,   damn my needs, too meek to follow them      Have already touched it   It builds the bone   Although I'll never need it   It fills in the hole I know      Darkness falls and I'm cruising creek again   with a hollow head, a hollow head to boot   A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon' moment:   too shy to swallow, yet young enough to gag      All will come to it   They say it builds the bone   If I ever stop needing it   may I be thrown into the throes of toil      Let my fall, let my fall on you   Tame my feet, I'll rope my knees 'round you   It ain't my fault, no, it ain't my fault, oh no   You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh you      All is nothing   It creates a sore   It takes my all to love it   and it relates to the end as we know