Woodeneye

It black and empty, it black and brilliant
It bitter tongue shark for the meat again
I can't afford to share it with the street
To share the treasure it falls down at your feet

It surely would be it make him wooden eye
A holy ghost make him kiss it make him cry
It through the air snake scoop to catch a pink
It make him breathe then fuck it all away

Drunk among strangers
Leathered and bored
Senses

I said I'm sorry I'm sorry that I'm not here
Perhaps to be somewhere else or something else
Bloom is today wear their colours in the grey
Blooms are away wears magnificent display

It surely would be it make him wooden eye
A holy ghost make him kiss it make him cry

Wears their colours in the grey
Blooms are away wears magnificent display

Can't afford to share the treasure
With the street
Bloody complete

Can't afford to share the pleasure treasure
Drunk among strangers
Leathered and bored
Senses
Woke they read it with eyes!