Consuela's Newt
Consuela ripped to pieces
This devil's jury hand
With you sat there in your cold sweat palm
And your pigswill contraband
As armies gather up their rage
She waves them all aside
Lay down in your mother's arms
Consuela's boy did cry
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
Wind, it hit the walls
You're making me a man
The useless sucking from my breast
And pigswill contraband
Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
Stolen newt, broken tails
Worn down with overuse
Your brain is all in greatness
So Consuela means of choose
Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die
This devil's jury hand
With you sat there in your cold sweat palm
And your pigswill contraband
As armies gather up their rage
She waves them all aside
Lay down in your mother's arms
Consuela's boy did cry
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
Wind, it hit the walls
You're making me a man
The useless sucking from my breast
And pigswill contraband
Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
Stolen newt, broken tails
Worn down with overuse
Your brain is all in greatness
So Consuela means of choose
Little man, get off your knees
And wringing the hands of rye
There's galaxies and universe
And mountains yet to climb
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here, don't want to die
I don't want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die here
I want to die
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Writer(s): Katrina Jane Garside, Chris Whittingham
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