And granted for their pleasure
Possessions laid to measure
She's a salty little pisser
with your cock in her kisser
but now she's a will of her own...
From the lee of the wall
He comes in chang and chariot
And all his eunuchs in thrall
can scarce lift his line and lariat
Here, come loose the hounds
to blow me down
On this stretch of ground,
I'll lay me down
To sleep
OH, THE WIND IS BLOWING
IT HURTS YOUR SKIN
AS YOU CLIMB UP HILLSIDE
FOREST AND FERN
YOUR ARMS FULL OF LULLABIES,
ORCHIDS AND WINE
YOUR MEMORIES WRAPPED
WITHIN PAPER AND TWINE
THE ROOM THAT YOU LIE IN
IS DUSTY AND HARD
SLEEPING SOFT BABIES
ON PILES OF YARDS
OF GINGHAM, TAFFETA,
COTTON, AND SILK
YOUR DRY HUNGRY MOUTHS
CRY FOR YOUR MOTHER'S MILK