The Dairy Lyrics - Legendary Pink Dots

Peeling paint, dead cigarettes... old cobwebs on the ceiling. Feeling 

faint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek. We wrestled cheek 

to cheek, pink naked on the sheets. A feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was 

steeper. Camera peeped, director leaping, screaming, shouting, louder 

"Roll 'em, hold 'em, hole 'em, Close up. ART! Prepetual motion. Higher! 

Ram it home now cowby. Down Boy. Showdown! Shoot that crazy foam across 

the duvet..." Get them creaming at the dairy, pumping lonesome 'cross the 

Praries. Hats spin on their laps. The hotsprings gushing. Play roulette. 

The russians do it best - well, don't they, Jerkov? 

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