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
C?mon we?re young, we?re young yet we?ll be dead as soon c?mon we came, we came from our mother?s womb to swoon Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants Adopting
Watch me! watch me!/the belle of the ball/my heart, my hand and everything I own/and we are the boys/with new shiny shoes/we?ve seen ?em all/and we?ve
O, do you want my heart between your teeth?/your hands are curling up like floating leaves/you who shall deserve/you who shall deserve/O, unpluckable
: 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
: When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips for me to pucker. When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips.
: 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,
: 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.
: 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
: 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