By Stephen Date: 2002 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.05.05.38.19396]] |
You hold your lover And I grip my guitar In the name of fire I strum our song You pull the sheets over And I slump obsessed To a wealthy gal With all circus And no soul It's over now And for four fingers down I wave good-bye As Obscene as I You've been worse Time to time When mating calls call And Wedding vows null The skies could fall Like circular fear And promises old With icicle eyes You Show us all You're SO innocent And I'm SO sold With bitter gold As no-shitter knows The world Sounds: As glitter goes |