Well he was but a cruel boy, eyes full of fire and stone
She was but a whore no more that made my loins go go go
He declared I shall surely love you, love you til I die,
But friends like these are enemies and ill tell you why

These are the things, the dirty things, the strange things we know
These the things, the stupid little things, the secret things we know

Well Audrey is in the corner she’s shaking with a twist
So I leaned in further for a little….

Love

Well they said they dug her up, found her in the mountains
No not me, the holes I dig are only for my souls to stand in
So I took shelter from the rain, and shelter from the storm
But those yellow eyes are watching me and soon it won’t be long

Well Bees do it,
And the birds do it
Yeah Flees do it,
Sharp marauding thieves do it
Knuckle dragging primates do it
Harp playing, angelic, saints do it
Lone walking, sexually confused sheep herders do it
Foul talking, sexually abused murderers do it
They fall in……Love