A ravenous greed for a brood to feed. A lusting spawn on a weekend fawn. Do you hunger for this, hunger for this?. . Sucking leaches feel the need. Sucking dry unsated stomach pops.
Just a step onto the street. An uncomfortable heat. Rattlers at your feet. In running town. . Helter-skelter all a-swelter. The impetus is seething. In running town.
From the fury pit, a reek of misery. Like a trumpet groan, tornado moan. The splendor splits like a golden skin. He and the wizards cry like humming birds.
The stars that shine and the stars that shrink. In the face of stagnation the water runs. Before your eyes. . Swallowing diamonds. A cutting throat. Your teeth when you grin.
Following desire in your eyes, in your eyes. You're mine, you're mine, all mine. Following the signs in your mind, your crazy mind. You're mine, you're mine, all mine.
Weaving in his basket chair. 'twist you round a lock of hair. Made of straw -- the wicker man. Made of straw -- I'll blow your house down. Bishops falling from the windows.