This is the tail of a crooked nail
She the hammer that bent me off my trail
She take the place of heaven and love
From the days when I sing to white doves
With a creamy flipped sweet s**le kiss
She took all my money and chained my wrists
Live for moments of hair, mud and nails
Between my legs she put my wagging tail
From the days when I sing to white doves
On my arms she re-wrote the stairs
In an infectious neon-light dirt orchestra
And everyones sister is sailing to the moon
In a hope of a dream, a drop of G-d's spittle
A turn of a wheel, that isn't so little
A way to live that isn't a riddle
A saxophone not a broken fiddle
A saxophone not a broken fiddle
It's true these days shake insecurity
Thats why I want to know if I was free
When I was younger and more naive
So I'm not gonna just think and exist
I'm gonna turn, change and resist
Cos I'd swear I'd k** anyone who'd do you harm
And if it were I, I'd rather die
This is the pain behind my charm
She looks through my eyes and whispers soft alright