Wild Beasts

By smirking prank of fate We find ourselves dancing late Like young reprobates By the milky light of the mighty moon Find someone to nuzzle to And waltz from the room Were all quiffed and cropped This is our lot We hold each other up heavy with hops

I would lie anywhere with you, Any old bed of nails would do, Ink up the wound for a crude tattoo, A big old red heart with an anchor stuck through Like a sister Ophelia, Tell me you're there! Like a lifeline Ophelia, Tell me you're there! O Ophelia

Oh don't you think, That people are the strangest things? Design of desire, Means all that the heart requires, Is what it can't recognize, oh no Oh don't you think, That people are the hardest things? Design of desire, Means all that the heart requir

woman we don't need to pretend anymore it's real, it's real! let your loving be the proof i can tell that it's the truth that feel, that feel! there's a beauty out there you just gotta know where it's there, yeah! let your loving be the proof i can t

We still got the taste dancin on our tongues Kick! The spirit kicks, But the moonshine plays cheap tricks. Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town, scaring the oldies into their dressing gowns, as the dribbling dogs howl. What'so wrong wi

Room a catacomb, this ghoul a balloon, with the breath from beneath your breast, yes that is best. Hug it to me, and the rubber raspberries with wantingly wet mouth I suck..remind me of your gentle f**k. Men to be men, must love and pity so deeply an

Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash off my hands of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers A crude art, a bovver boot ballet - equally