Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash of my hands of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand. Any rival who goes for our girls will be left
Kick! The spirit kicks, but the moonshine plays cheap tricks. Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town, scaring the oldies into their dressing
When we turn up in our turn up?s, our hearts are heavy, our heads are ready to levy. For the yippee-less swing, for the tot-less cot, for the mock, for
By smirking prank of fate, we find ourselves dancing late, like young reprobates. By the milky light of the mighty moon, find someone to nuzzle to, and
How the prayer rubs the rosary. How the make up make her face pretty. Oh how we have an underbelly, bitten by brutality. How there?s guts fried up. How
When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips for me to pucker. When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips.
I feel as if I?ve been where you have been/the snow had piled up knee-high in the street/apart, apart/and dancing on/the wanderer/the squanderer/our son
Did I judge this wrong?/but you had it all/you had it all/a gift of the gods/in your city of gold/and you?ll piss it all/you had it all/and what drags
This truly is the Devil's crayon tracing your shoulderblades aglow like rayon this truly is the Devil's crayon that all his children can use to draw
Through the iron gate, and he?s gone. See the goslings, the ducklings, the piglets, the lambs he lets out a little sob. Sometimes he?d still wish that
rid of retarding midweek hardship, we bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it! I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches this is my heart?s hub, the hot, wild
Come to from slumber on bed?s soft tundra murky with mourn beside dead uniform and I wish and I hope and I wish and I hope with long drag on me smoke
Unstable stands aflush with fans pilfered pies and pints in wobbly hands? in the bowls of the bar two boys spar don?t flinch an inch and territories marked
Her fruit was ripe, I bit Her fruit was ripe, I bit I?m nothing more than a humble mongrel whippet cast, rash and unabashed Her fruit was ripe, I bit
Room a catacomb, this ghoul a balloon, with the breath from beneath your breast, yes that is best. Hug it to me, and the rubber raspberries, with wantingly
Sour metal smells in a lonely barrel don't render me the sorriest parody... Potty gobbed fickle mob clamour for climax don't render me the sorriest parody
How can you pine anymore? It is beautiful and for all unavoidable so these are his bones and his grinning skull so now he is home to the bluebottles
Casual sex with a hard up thug shifting good time drugs and... A human is hauled from the wombs wired jaw. We are liberal and We are civil and Life
