Pica Luna

Every man needs a tit to suckle

But some days I'm sure my legs will just buckle

Good morning, mister magpie, how's the lady wife?

You've been sitting there for years now, studying my life

You may as well just build a nest here

Good fucking luck, because I still can't rest here

Nine of your brothers perched in my past

They were right for a while but I knew it couldn't last

But moon be full tonight and I will find my bride

She'll be good to me and she will love to ride

And she might make mistakes but I know I will too

Because we can't all be whole and bright like you