Here I am, hardly breathing in at all I cough when I can and that's about all I am this man and though I turn the tape To a happier song, my face can't find a smile Because it's been looking too long
You arrive like a locust swarm You devastated me and now when you leave the room My heart, head, hands and all forms Go from red hot blood to bone dry and lukewarm You're the sticks and stones, girl You're the fire and flames I might be half-dead and half-born girl But whales start singing when I hear your name.
I'm heaped with hate like acid rain, nothing can Restrain the loathing and disgust I have and There is no one I distrust more than the happy Whores who buy and trade, crawling on all fours Backwards into holes and fires that wealth and Self-congratulations made
You're the sticks and stones, girl You're the fire and flames You're the punishment, the pleasure The employment and the leisure You're the sweet conversation and the cutting names
Heart, head, hands and all forms Went from red hot blood to bone dry and lukewarn Whales stopped singing and the ships were bringing in Toadstools and moss instead of sugarbeet and corn And all the girls in the world were distorted and deformed When the first leech was let loose And my jealousy was born.
You're the sticks and stones girl You're the fire and flames