- Wait Until I Get My Hands On You -
Now You Are One Of Us
Lyrics: Track 04
Go ahead and eat your death, lick your lips and see what fruit bears
It’s your mouth. It’s your throat. It’s your belly.
What’s it to me, you seem happy to blindly toss those apple seeds
Of vile discourse: the flit and the spit and the bile. All the while
And it serves you right. It serves your right to take your clothes off
By the hearth side then join me bedside where th4e houses are eating
Their owners. And it serves your right. It serves your right cause
God forbid you ever let me inside or there within
Heaven forbid you show your underbelly.
So go ahead. Hold your breath. Be my guest and see if I care, cause it’s
Your life. It’s your body in the morning
What’s it you, my sweet bijou,, cause if you knew what was good for you
You’d stand there lowborn, to drop every rampart and drawbridge
So save your breath for cooling your tea and your porridge
So help yourself. Yeah, it’s ok cause if this gets you through the night
Well, then hey, it’s your night and it’s your right. It ain’t my business
Red vein your nose with cheap cologne. Let’s slither out of these filthy
Clothes. Let’s dust you off. Send you off. Get you breathing.
And I don’t wear my safety belt and I don’t watch my ass when I by
Myself and I sleep like a baby with candles burning.
And I skip down dark alley lots and I don’t look both ways before I cross
The street or my heart or my fingers. And my fingers say it serves you
Right, but if it makes you feel a tiny bit warmer, reside y the torch light
With the outright crass indistinction.
And it serves your right. It serves you right cause God forbid you ever let
Me inside or there within, heaven forbid, you give a good God good evening.
So go ahead, hold your breath. Be my guest. See if I case cause it’s your
Life. It’s you face in the place of the mirror.
So here’s to you, merci beaucoup, but wait until I get my hands on you
That’s what you all get – a bear hug from your armless brother
So save your teeth for your toothy grins to your mother.
Yeah, go ahead, please yourself. Wring your hands. Throttle best laid plans.
They’re alive. They’re a bishop, a loose leave, a bottle
I come to hear my neighbors thoughts. So I will saunter down this hallway
Dark. I’m alive! I’m Alive! I’m Alive! God willing, I’m alive.
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