My throat gets caught in my gut
Circling birds feasted on by the rats
The cat chases the dog and tails are wagged
The pale light of the sun blanks the flaming moon

Pull another steak from the garden bed
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lost my head
Don't know where it hasn't been
But it's going back to the past again

Lick me clean with your bleeding eyes
Open legs and take me outside
The snowy summer air so crisp
You almost almost smell it on your lips

Pull another steak from the garden bed
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lost my head
Don't know where it hasn't been
But it's going back to the past again