I have a great ungainly burden to bear
With the smell of badness on its breath
I am the one with the gold, brash heart
Pacing the fields with my harvest moon face
I'm not afraid of the dark
Or of the growls from the pests in the pit
I have secret lips
To su*k the blood of a lamb
I wear the perfume of a gin house
And the vacant smile of a drunkard
I have the whistle of emptiness in my ears
Of the guilty queen ransacking the free
I'm not afraid of the dark
Or of the growls from the pests in the pit
I have secret lips
To su*k the blood of a lamb