Albatross, albatross How callous the ocean you cross? I, I blame you, I blame you For all of those things I've been through Don't feel bad, don't upend
I would lie anywhere with you Any old bed of nails would do Ink up the wound for a cruel tattoo A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through Like
I find you hid in Mirrorville Creature of the deep Waifish as a widow And without sufficient sleep Oh, what am I supposed to think? Do I pull you out
I'm saved, you pull my fingers out the dirt You pluck me wriggling from the world I'm saved, you cast me up into the wind You shook my body from the skin
The breakfast is all laid out Waiting on you to arrive The sun just risin' And going down again Deeper, deeper Or piece me together again Deeper, deeper
I was angry and brash as a bull You were devastatingly beautiful I was crude, I was lewd, I was rude I was not in the mood It's a peculiar stance It'
Oh, don't you think That people are the strangest things? Design of desire Means all that the heart requires Is what it can't recognize, oh no, mmm Oh
I see our enemies, I see them on their knees Crawling across the floor, you killed them all Outside our door, the gaping hole Into which all will fall
New squeeze, take off your chemise And I'll do as I please I know I'm not any kind of heartthrob But at the same time, I'm not any sort of sloth You'
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
Kick! The spirit kicks, but the moonshine plays cheap tricks. Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town, scaring the oldies into their dressing
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, for
By smirking prank of fate, we find ourselves dancing late, like young reprobates. By the milky light of the mighty moon, find someone to nuzzle to, and
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. How
When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips for me to pucker. When I?m sleepy, needing supper, you?re the lips.
I feel as if I?ve been where you have been/the snow had piled up knee-high in the street/apart, apart/and dancing on/the wanderer/the squanderer/our son
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
This truly is the Devil's crayon tracing your shoulderblades aglow like rayon this truly is the Devil's crayon that all his children can use to draw
