I'll string along, I'll string along, oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
Come mornings my beads on a face, a thread, oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it, we can change it, put it in lines across the room
But we'll never stop it bristling and I gotta quit
With a ribbonless hair, with a wire of snare, oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
With all the trembling vein that you can bare, oo whaoo whaoo whaoo
We can save it, we can change it, put it in lines across the room
But we'll never stop it pimpling and I gotta quit
Scrape a little pattern to a sty I kiss holes for the bullets
In case of thigh, in case of thigh
I kiss holes for the bullets and I gotta quit and I gotta quit
(end)