Should I treasure the red
Or treasure the light
The bitter juniper is still food

Pull down your pants by the shi'ites
Tire my tounge over your gums


Oh, honey bee
Buzz upon me
Slip me a note

Oh god, what a donkey
It smells like fallujah
A hammock rod

This shirt clings like dander
This kiss scrapes like rust


Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
Stabbing my hand like a sailor

This last night of ours's pathetic
Tiny, tiny paw turning into dust
Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

Casting my fate to the gristmill
This last night of ours
Finally i'm surprised


Oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours
Reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake

Cooped up between a jerk and a hard place
You sight your eye off the tip of your gun


Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
Stabbing my hands like a savior

This last night of ours forever
Tiny, tiny paw tunring into dust
Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

Casting my faith to the wayside
This last night of ours
Finally i'm surprised