The Legendary Pink Dots - A Chrome Zone In Powder Park lyrics

Down below the apple tree, washed out by the blood flood, head down in the daisy patch... it was stillborn in the mud. Three tiny hands were longing, stretching for a breast - it wasn't there. Eight baby lips were puckered, antenna in the air. Nothing there! Mummy took her lover by his green and purple claw, quite resigned. "A second time! Let's try once more. A second time!"