Jon Langford
Into The Strange
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rumAnd all that's old has turned to scumFor this world has begun to burnTwo girls lost on a dead man's chestDoing what they like to bestPecking at unknown alphabetsAlphabets that lead to goldAcross seas made up of starsDreams glittering under dead men's bonesTen filthy girls on a dead man's chestDoing what they like to bestGirls who spit right up your assGirls who'll take all that you ownKnife you in your turned-up breatsAll that you own will turn to scumAnd the world begin to burnThe amount of silver's hair is so great -it'd beSilver if she ever washed it - that's sheStortes all her possessions there, rats crawl out ofthese hairsRats come out from broken eggsEating all the nights and daysThen crawl inside our unwashed hairsDrinking down the fluids there
From Letras Mania