(Wait, stop, wait)
Rifle fire the old skull stuck through
Pricked and daggered the house keeps the shape that it held for you now
I feel shattered how don't you
You left early and I pottered round for days on end said
She's a performance
She gives it supreme
And the deuces she dribbles
She dribbles for me
So baby watch your waist now
Baby watch your waist now
Mark the degree
So baby watch your waist now
Baby watch your waist now
Baby watch your waist now
Baby watch your waist
But it's tricky
(It's beautiful)
I need no sign or signifier
I am home to the bread you desire
And your customs are my customs
What's that there below your hairline
Is that fear looks like a tear to me
Was that your arm extended that I felt on me
I felt hungry
The black painted bars
We hang on are standard for these, these troubled times
What's that in the chamber with me
I've a right to know how easy it is
How easy to miss
And your sword I feel the blade
It should be bigger if you really mean not to use it
Why's it there below your best shirt
Is that natural?
Was that there before?
Was that your arm extended that I felt on me
I felt hungry
The black painted bars
We hang on are standard for these, these troubled times