Faberge Falls for Shuggie

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me

What they say?

Oh, that the bird in my chest was dead

But that's never, never, never

She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer

And she can break 'em off if she damn well please

Just as long as she brings it home to me

And it's still hot

Can you touch what I'm saying?

It's like, did Shuggie do it yet?

No, not yet, wait

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me

Tell you what?

Oh, that the sex in my walk was cotton soft

But that's never, never, never

With question marks in my eyes

And your strange name pressed to our lips

We arrived at number eleven

So charged and ready for slavery

I won't take the stage straight, understand?

Under capes with druggy cock dragons

I wanna put out so bad

But something bad said, 'The kid's probably right.'

Are you deflating at the question?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, okay

Now that the parachute has opened, well

Don't it make you feel good?

Now that the parachute has opened, well

Don't it make you feel good?

Be careful how you touch me

My body is an earthquake

Ready to receive you

My mind's making glaciers

Metals for my soldiers

Let's be like strangers

Touching for the first time

Skeletal Lamping

The controller sphere

False priest

Skeletal lamping

The controller sphere

False priest