Lyrics

There's a little black sting in my seat, it's warm, a ring, eyes off to reap / The odds are sewn misery / With full shine, smile at your feet / She's taken my hands, walking far, off with my head and put in a jar / They come complete, waiting free, I took her along the sidewalk in me / This is a home in the street where we live / where we walk til the hours and hear my lost faith, some new fresh meat, give me mine whole, keep it discreet