Снова мир по ночам не спит, Все вокруг теряют аппетит, Но этот вирус не гепатит, (Е,е,е и не куриный грипп, мами.) Косит сёла и города Неизвестная ерунда
You ain't gotta drive up and sit behind a table You ain't gotta drop money if you ain't able Send a kite I promise I'll write with a kite You ain't gotta
For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo Fanques' fair, what a scene Over
To all my fellas that's down and doin' time right now Hold on, stay strong I see you when you touch down I see you when you come home To all my fellas
Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up live black with stain Glistening and new the sunset's coming Finger paintings of the insane Come on
Why do you love to lick my wounds Why do you love to twist my pain Why do you love to suck! my life Why do you look so dead Kill me I'm a dope fiend Do
Strapped into the chair the needle now descends As they lick their cracking lips their twitching never ends Blood beneath their fingernails, swallow all
A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to a lullaby the scapel shines in god's sunshine the
Her throat is soft, her lips are red Her thighs are white, her heart is dead Jezabell Red rope burns around her wrists Her blood is cold a serpent's kiss
Across your face I see what you are You wanna kill the sun Blot out the stars I know you you're nothing You're so small You're fuckin nothing Nothing
Sedated and lazy cold skies full of blue The sun burns forever it reminds me of you On your dead shore the sand is warm She hides her tears and quickly
The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death I don't want you I want your flesh Close my eyes and dream of death Slip away and
I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of vodka Gonna kill somethin' there ain't nothin' gonna stop us tonight I know about confusion Let's start a riot
A cloud of flies obscure the sun A stone is dropped the dream undone Ripples grow and ride the tide The dead thing crawls from deep inside With its dying
We wanna see some blood, we need a new whore We don't give a fuck we just want some more We want blood I'm gonna fuck the hole in Kennedy's head Revolt
I'm coming back I traveled far And now that I've lost my map I'm searching for the start I wanna feel you deeper I sailed a lonely sea Just like an aimless
One day follows another Chase one and then the other Kite dreams Butterflies lazy in April Floating 'round, down in the meadow Silver skies and all the
I'm as high as a kite, my mind sours high above the earth. Cut me laughin with a child's delight And as for us these kind of days go I've found worse.
