Peter Walsh - Fetish lyrics

Red, blade points Knife the air All night He sees it Constellating His thought Acne on A leper Red, blade points Disappear Sets It's blackness Glistening Curling And winding Through Grip mangled Fingers Bristling And Glittering No Nothing else Lingers Gleam away Little brute Gleam away Gleam away Little brute Gleam away As if After waving Capon claws Over ashes A single Talon Should Lower- And silently Plow He carves The ghost Mascot The length Of his skin Stilettoed Without Interruption The body Including The face On a bed In the dark Without Interruption He imagines He feels it Tugging and Cinching Hears it Rustling and Rising The naked Intaglio- Lifting free Of its flesh Silently prowling From window to Window There is No nothing Else There is No Nothing Else Flip Was a charmer And so Was I Zip Was a devil And so Was I Can't afford But bescumber Our spunk-stiffened -tresses As we stroll In the glut Trimmed In frilly And furs Tell us Apart We can never Die Tell us Apart We can never Die Fluffed And the Fluffer Fluffing Goodbye Arm and arm Arm and arm In our feathers And blood Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Mama Cursing The rummy Cluck Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Mama How Do you lose Your luck? Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Mama In the dark Lopping off All interruption How Do you lose Your luck? How Do you lose Your luck? Red, blade points Knife the air All night He sees it Constellating His thought Acne on A leper