This honey month I'm telling you
Don't go turning your radio on,
A one and a two, should I talk to you,

Like the others do?

Get yr knees up beneath the bar,

I'm leaving now, but I won't go far...

This honey month I'm telling you

Don't go turning your radio on,
And this honey month, with the wine
One your breath, and singing the same

Stolen song
I want you to know,
I want you to know,

What you don't want to know.

Beneath the revving of a car,

The evensong of the abbatoir...

Moo, you bloody choir,

Moo and lo, lo and moan.
Moo, you huddled choir,
Moo and lo,

How the night arrives with a blow.

And this honey month, already married enough,

and wondering where it went wrong,
I'll make you come,
I'll make you go,

I'll make you come apart again