Let's all go with bitter Grey
He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for, "Quiet. "
They? ve come to hold you in the nights
He packs a fight, "un partu"
Japan make home-made perfume
Sip froth from soft, warm joe
It? s no guide or down bake close
You know, you know the way that I hide

Come on you hurt me, you never fight back
Why don? t you play with bows and arrows?
Why don? t you dance like you? re sick in your mind?
Why don? t you set your wings on fire?

You slick by though I remain, an etox light
Deep tree sleep on the dank lawn, describes the slaved
You fingel down they? re waxed in line
Between your breasts, a squeaky pain upon each breath
The promised land, I said, I said, I said
You know the way that I hide for you

Come on you hurt me, you never fight back
Why don? t you play with bows and arrows?
Why don? t you dance like you? re sick in your mind?
Why don? t you set your wings on fire?
Come on you hurt me, why don? t you play nice?
Why don? t you toy with sex and violence?
Why don? t you stare back, into my huge eye?
Why don? t you set my wings on fire?