Hunters & Collectors Fish Roar
I asked her to sing in her Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair But she said NO Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning up And there's dead-skin in my bed Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down I refleshed her bones and I built a house of skin I knocked upon her dog-woman head and let some humour in Under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns Exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down, and my level up Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning And there's dead-skin in my bed I asked her to sing in her Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair But she said But she said no Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning And there's dead-skin in my bed, in my bed In my bed, sleepy head
