Third Uncle Lyrics - The Sky's Gone Out - Bauhaus

There are tins 

There was pork 

There are legs 

There are sharks 

There was john 

There are cliffs 

There was mother 

There's a poker 

There was you 

Then there was you 

There are scenes 

There are blues 

There are boots 

There are shoes 

There are turks 

There are fools 

They're in lockers 

They're in schools 

They're in you 

Then there was you 

Burn my fingers 

Burn my toes 

Burn my uncle 

Burn his books 

Burn his shoes 

Cook the leather 

Put it on me 

Does it fit me 

Or you 

It looks tight on you