Death Vessel
Peninsula
My bejesus needed more
Probably left me for the war or For the screaming neonatal ward
For a new chunk of fire
Encapsulated jive; both the quarter and the prize
Out there whanging on the Naugahyde abusively
Suck a section of the rind
Strike a match on my behind
But I'm of suffocative mind, all mucus and haze
Aus Songtexte Mania