It’s that softness in your grind that strangles
Wallets from penny pinchers don’t you see
No country for gravel mouth and leather hand
Building the lands crossed by primate types
And the last song is playing Angel Food cake tone
Come take my ball and chain home she just
Smoked her feeling to shriveled husband watching
And angel cake smile so future ahead of your eyes
Ice Mauve loves that like money on the Sunset Strip
With Hustler walls flint rock grind no will but
Survive me loveliest maiden of Newport and malls
Tiger king me something shy but grandiose under
My never talk never smile sad in puppy chaos
