Bob Gaulke - Island of Men Lyrics

You left me on the Island of men
Me and four guys that can't swim
We feast on your memory
With pieces of fruit cake

We remember your skin
Rubbing our hands in fits
It's phosphorescent in our minds
It burns an obscure fire

Spending the night rolling cigarettes
Sucking butts to the lipstick
Taking turns with your dress
Putting a fold in the photograph

You left me on the island of men
The silence abuses your memory
Nothing's left of the tin
I've become the fruitcake

We've got ugly routines
We use to pass the time
Reenacting painful scenes
Pretending to solve emotional crimes

Kevin takes me out on your birthday
Robbie takes off your glasses to kiss me
There's nothing like Parris Island
In the springtime

I remember christmas
Rafael's playing jesus
Making love to your stereo
Ryan wears the leotard

Ultimately we know why we're here but not when
We'll ever be trusted around women again