Jon Langford
I'm Not Here (1967)
A velvet glove strokes a a hairy thighThe dawn is breaking across the skyMy mind is purpleLike the bubbles around your lipsOh baby I sure groove the way you move your hipsSatan has already sat down to eatFeasting on freshly slaughtered meatA splash of bloodFalls on your milk white breastOh look Nixon has arrived with HitlerAs his very special guest Straying by the watersideMy reflection looks so cool The ripples whisper warningI could end up in the pool Floating through foreverlike blossom in the windmeeting all the people who've sinned and sinnedand sinned Calling earth on the telephoneSlurred speech and unfinished phrasesCurly headed heads are turningIt's getting very hazy
From Letras Mania