From their 1st LP - "Curses, Spells, Voodoo, Mooses " [1989, Sammich Records]
ABYSMAL YELLOW POCORN WALL
People give what they love for lips of poison and looks that drug. Speech be by shovel, dig to see what's in her eyes
to the seed that gives and heeds much more
than a suit of sucker sweet sentiment and a heart
of sacharinne's dust. And in this sea honesty leaks and gives. Your soul of rust away. So you give the things you love. For his lips are poison, his looks are drugs and his speech is just a lovely trick that teases peace of mind. You'll see he's a little more than just a suit...But I'm not the one who exalted you. And you won't be the one who will shave the time that feeds my world that's dissolving you and love won't ever win that world away. Perhaps I'll give the things I love. While her lips are poised, her eyes are shut and her speech is just a lovely trip that tweezes peace, but mind you, I'll see she's little more than dust.
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