A gut pull drag on me
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Into the calm gaping we
Publisher: MOMENTUM MUSIC LIMITED
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
Transfer me to that solid plain
Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
And drag me there with deafening haste
Find me out this labyrinth place
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
In the flat field I do get bored
In the flat field
And force my slender thin and lean
For a maiden's sake and maiden flight
Replace with Piccadilly whores
I do get bored, I get bored
Yin and Yang lumber punch
I do get bored, I get bored
I get bored, I do get bored
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn
The card is lowered in index turn
In the flat field
Let me catch the slit of light
As life maps out onto my brow
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
Songwriters: Daniel Ash, David J Haskins, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy
Where is the string that Theseus laid?
Mirrors multi reflecting this
Hammer me into blazon pain
Calm eye-flick-shudder within
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
Assist me to walk away in sin
In the flat field