We they, we goes torchlight, pitchfork for romance.

We takes to they streets and beat at our kitchenware.

So lights down yr hair and ups they fire.

Outside yr house, we sees the wall cast in blue.
Sees it from they window. No trainlight,

no rumbles shuffle gravel to announce us. We

they, we help keeps you
warm. Brung up blanket and shoes. Soaks them in
kerosene for you.

Tonight we teaches you how to do right.

Here, we made yr root bed for that pretty pretty head. Here let works it out;

maybe if maybe if maybe if maybe;
you conditional me out of my skin.