A gut pull drag on me
Into the casm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odorous whim

Camera eye-flick-shudder within
***ist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that theses laid
Find me out this labyrinth place

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Yin and yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows

As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field

Let me catch the slit of light
For a maidens sake on a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly *****s
In my yearn for some cerebral fix

Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into blazen pain
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Molding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste