PQR (You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet)

Tom Smith

"Clive Barker's novel Cabal (upon which the movie Nightbreed is based) tells of Midian, the hidden city where the monsters dwell.  This song ("PeloQuin's Rap") relates one of the inhabitants 'nights out'." - Tom Smith

This song appears on Tom's tape Who Let Him In Here? and the CD Digital Acoustic Compilation. Check out Tom's site at tomsmithonline.com where you can download some of his songs and buy his stuff!

PQR (You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet)

Words and Music: © 1990 by Tom Smith- All Rights Reserved
Lyrics posted by permission of the author

When the moon is dark and the night is deep,
The shutters rattle and the shadows creep,
The women are costly, the wine is cheap,
And you can do anything but get to sleep.

You know you're a different breed,
And the night has what you need,
Nothing else is quite as real,
But it can't be seen -- you're gonna have to feel.

You're staring at the ceiling and you're all alone,
And through the walls you can hear them groan,
And every movement and every moan
Is another reminder you're on your own.

Well, let me tell you, baby, that's a load of crap,
Look at the window, listen for the rap,
Look in my eyes, and you're in my trap --
I need a new lover and you're on tap.

Everything you know is real,
Even things you can't see or feel,
It's a night that you won't regret -- and if you're
Looking for some loving, well,
You ain't seen nothing yet.

Open up the door and let me in,
There's a lot more here than a life of sin,
The kind of a game that we both can win,
Let me hold your breath, let me taste your skin.

You don't need the bluest eyes,
I don't need to tell you lies,
I'm starving, and you're a feast,
You're more than a lover -- you're meat for the Beast.

You think you're stronger but I think not,
You can feel your defenses start to rot,
Your hands are shaking and your skin is hot,
Your body betrays you, but it's all you've got.

You want to hold back but you're over the line,
You could never get this drunk on wine,
Your eyes are hopin' for a vital sign,
Your thighs are open and your throat is mine.

There's a rush in every vein,
After pleasure, long past pain,
Solid steam and burning wet,
And if you're thinking that I'm bluffing, well,
You ain't seen nothing yet.

Don't try asking why or how,
It's too late to turn back now,
The blood is pounding to your core,
There's nothing left, but you're giving me more.

Then you open your eyes and you're still here,
With a little more wisdom, a lot less fear,
The night sounds ringin' a bit more clear,
Your nerves are alive, your skin is sheer.

Your body's cold as an icy sheet,
But deep inside there's a brand-new heat,
And every breath is dry and sweet,
No longer mortal, no longer meat.

The beat of your heart has a different tone,
You'd never believe the proof if shown,
Better say goodbye to the life you've known,
You may be lonely but you're not alone.

The world is bigger than the things you see,
And riding the edge is the place to be,
Living your life for the sensory,
Fearing nothing -- 'cept, maybe, me.

Everything you know is real,
That's the first part of the deal,
Less than partner, more than pet,
And if you think you've had some loving -- HAH!
Y'ain't seen nothing yet.