Kings Tongue

Lyrics

Pawnbroker's got all my clothes on And he's looking pretty mean I bought a kings tongue with the money Preserved in firewater and I'm feeling pretty mean Oh I want to dance with your buckles between my teeth Oh I wanna pull flying birds' eggs out of your nest I'll steal your stars Spit comes in turbulent wakes on planet Mars Pawnbrokers looking Pawnbrokers looking pretty mean You're passed out past by the fire Doused in firewater Surprised you're not a mother The shape that you're in Yeah I'm feeling, feeling pretty mean