On the real is a gun with a shot lip I don't ever want that with my bad b**h Running from the comfort of a warm body Pa**ed what I love blond with a red herring To the keflon on with the scruffed blouse She is what I'm bout now 'til I black out I'm a pigeon at the rot with the fangs gold Where I low my bow posed 'til the flints old I promised Paris with the pair of us in modern arrows And got us carried there in linen chewing at our marrow I do what I can do, dream like a vulture And carry what can power me til burial Humans I'm a parody Dying with a lady that I'll never rock and looking forward to our weathred cabin I know she will murder She a fu*kIN maverick And a manic hawk a fire in the prairie of the baddest. Promise Nobody statics at the thought of us undressing Feathers down upon the tile floors Of Mom's house we borrowed from her, since We burned the rules We left the world responsible We made the things we wanted them And changed our skins to match the earth we... Remember? Wolves The prairie is the mattress Keep the vultures in the garden We'll been kissing in the sadness Gobbling tongue at the top of the tower Power best in what is human To influence what your dreaming In the belly of your happy to your vehicles of privilege Promise of the stress I'll never treat you like a metal Keep the birds away from whatever you feed em (inaudible) ...can't be blamed for blood on the fabric of your covers....