You're in rapture my dear
If you ever come near
Hell's belt with a frown

Turn your town upside down
And here's a little with youth
Silly coy and uncouth

I will settle you down
When your menace surrounds


From serene to the sick
Many coils that stick
To all our leather boots

Rattled with fickled truth
And I am tired of your mouth
When you're talking about

The injustice of speech
On a bus to the beach


The heat up here's divided time
With earthly men on concubine
And circles strangled clever girls

Who dress up in their mother's pearls
I remember you still
Yellow fangs and sick pills

Sucking on your own blood
Calling cards to crack up


In a forest with beasts
Our old lady found peace
Grabbed its tail with her teeth

And drove her son into the sea