Skull

Lyrics

The beast was born He slithered out of his hole I starve my pets Chained to a linked fence I am forced to guard the mile You are not my mother's child History is at the door They tell secrets in their sleep You wake up and wet the sheets My good friend is at the door Boys in big shoes Make authority look so cool And you french the ground On the other side of our town Relax my bones Put my nail on the gramophone Sounds of the week Are always so bittersweet