Foul Mouth

You’re in rapture my dear

If you ever come near Hell’s belt with a frown

Turn your town upside down

And here’s a little with youth

Silly coy and uncouth

I will settle you down

When your menace surrounds

 

From serene to the sick

Many coils that stick

To all our leather boots

Rattled with fickled truth

And I am tired of your mouth

When you’re talking about

The injustice of speech

On a bus to the beach

 

The heat up here’s divided time

With earthly men on concubine

And circles strangled clever girls

Who dress up in their mother’s pearls

I remember you still

Yellow fangs and sick pills

Sucking on your own blood

Calling cards to crack up

 

In a forest with beasts

Our old lady found peace

Grabbed its tail with her teeth

And drove her son into the sea

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Live at the Hideout