A girl- finger flavored suckers-- and the crowd goes wild!!

Damn baby,
Sweet clementine
stiff hand wont teach a dog not to bite
Like- like-
White tights and knee highs
More like bared teeth and snake bites
You don't realize how young you were until you get older
Much to young to be messing with that gold stuff

If I growl can I turn you inside out
Yeah do it till it hurts
Bruised thighs and fingers digging nail lines
Nice spine?
Much uglier in the daylight

And hair slicked back but it's bumpy
He's just waiting on the side lines till he can go home
Shes calling "rich boy if I make that sound will I turn you inside out?
I know you're secretly hurting
And wanting a way out."
Don't spill all your milk then pout in the bathtub like:
Oh gosh, oh no, this isn't what I wanted
Like no s**t all good dogs go to heaven

Way beneath the bridge
She's sucking on her sleeves
And she's living off of leaves
And she's incubating feeling
Back to her wrists and cage
And staving off the pangs
Of hunger without a name
But her solutions are all fleeting

Fed her from your palm
She chewed on all your bones
Ground them in her cheeks
Until they stuck there in her teeth
And then turn into more

She chewed you till you roared
Then sucked your fingernails
Real sweet soft-core

Playing his guitar in the dark
On rough carpet in a thong
Poured all our milk out
for a cool hole to carve in
where do I sleep now-
Like Jesus were starving?!?!

But if no one is forcing you
You probably shouldn't do it

But this was all batter
Just bitter batter black and blue
I'm gonna speak two lies and a truth:
-it really hurt me divine
-really thought there was more time
-really cracked my mouth wide
Like into a smile
And I'm sure you don't know the difference
Counting on the count of four on two fingers in the bathroom
While a stranger pushes a broom
and secretly pictures what you're doing

Speak snake to me and I'll tell you how it felt:

Attention! Attention!
A euphoric confession:
I've gone I've run off I can't handle the pressure
Standing before you I ain't got no answers
A man whose in ruins ain't a man by no measure.

I scuffed up the floorboards
While they played all the wrong songs
In the dark on guitars
I counted two count so off beat

Right outside the windows the moon looked like a boneshed fingertip,
Caressing the sky where it was hurting,
Like my mother used to do
As I slept so soundly with my sister lying next to me
And dreamt so fondly that something good was coming