San Souci

I would like to take you outside
And stare into your ornery eyes
Gallop cross the field where we'll lie
And stare up at the great white blinding sky
We'll stare up at the great white blinding sky

And we'll go before the gods to all the places they have warned us from
And stare up at their faces from the arms of those that warmed us
You are looking at a time of which will never come
You are looking at a time of which will never come

Catacombs and dandelion wine
The splintered wood of the abandoned pine
Blue hills are departure draws nigh
Am I as sick of you as you are of I?
Am I as sick of you as you are of I?

And we'll go before the gods to all the places they have warned us from
And stare up at their faces from the arms of those that warmed us
You are looking at a time of which will never come
You are looking at a time of which will never come

I would like to take you outside and stick a fork right through your fucking thigh
I'll stick a fork right through your fucking thigh



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Writer(s): Ali Lipman
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