Let's all go with bitter Grey He turns his leather gripped cane, Those times you clapped and called for, "Quiet." They’ve come to hold you in the nights He packs a fight, "un partu" Japan make home-made perfume Sip froth from soft, warm joe It’s no guide or down bake close You know, you know the way that I hide
Come on you hurt me, you never fight back Why don’t you play with bows and arrows? Why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind? Why don’t you set your wings on fire?
You slick by though I remain, an etox light Deep tree sleep on the dank lawn, describes the slaved You fingel down they’re waxed in line Between your breasts, a squeaky pain upon each breath The promised land, I said, I said, I said You know the way that I hide for you
Come on you hurt me, you never fight back Why don’t you play with bows and arrows? Why don’t you dance like you’re sick in your mind? Why don’t you set your wings on fire? Come on you hurt me, why don’t you play nice? Why don’t you toy with sex and violence? Why don’t you stare back, into my huge eye? Why don’t you set my wings on fire?