Sweet swingers, softly in the breeze

Halo, I lay my head low, the lack in my soul

That ass like immaculate conception

Like a wound I scratch so I can bleed.  Regurgitate my words, I writhe so I can feed.  And death grows like a tree that’s planted in my chest.  Its roots are at my feet, I walk so it won’t rest

My friend, (That’s what you told me)

The few things that make me forget that I’d know nothing without you

Work done, or soon you’ll be racing with the sun

Baby, we’ll be old, oh baby, we’ll be old, think of all the stories that we could have told

Drips moon juice onto my skin, moisturize the mind

Sleepy, needing supper, you’re the lips for him to pucker