Kiss inhibition goodbye, she blankly stared understandably scared
In some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me from my poetry
But the world's drying up now
Crapshoot for the crown
Blood and transpose moral, my one repent, drink enrage
She blew the conch of my consciousness, my futile distress, call up, be the downfall
But the world's drying up now
Crapshoot for the crown