Third Uncle

[Verse 1]

There are tins

There are squads

There are legs

There are sharks

With a strong pair of hips

There was nothing but the spite

There was you

Then there was you

[Verse 2]

There are snakes

There are flews in our grooves

There are shoes

There are Turks

There are movements in our pockets and our screws

There was you

Then there was you

[Verse 3]

Burn my fingers

Burn my toes

Burn my uncle

Burn his books

Burn his shoes

Cook the leather

Put it on me

Does it fit me

Or you?

It looks tight on you