Testo di Dime Fangs

Out to seed for the slow entire Can't wait to lose you now Say grace and roll aside Gave your lower lip and tried to steal it back Speeding in your palm all powder fleece and tame for you Lit machines the motor streams Down your kitchen throat A fine goodbye again Fell in between the stations Dime store fangs and dirty wings Lap dance from the boys choir One by one Petticoats and pails The milk maid up the back seam Ghosts against your sun drugged horses It only rains for you Your name was on the mortar Maced and still amused A fine goodbye again Fell in between the stations