Indonesian Dock Sucking Supreme

Lyrics

January February March Or July A moth's eyes here can Paralyze you to the thighs Sea sprays the beach Bends palms in desire Turn their hearts to oil Underwater There's nothing much budging There's the barnacle crowd Positing one order On another Awaiting what never comes But only returns Even the end Minding in the ocean Better a lot Of what's wrong Than a little Of what's right Better a lot Of what's wrong Than a little Of what's right What you get What there is To be gotten Indonesian dock sucking supreme