Light on, switch off.
Light on, switch off.
Light on, light off.
Off the board like a pawn about to turn into a queen
All full up of what run off dribble sings falling
into gutters that ice ages cut
bouncing off my belly getting up out of the rut.
What ever you want, ever should you need,
don't call a fucking doctor
just call me.
Up the stairs, broken off, in the switches turning green.
I don't want to call it out but when you cum you sound mean.
Painting up the cracks of all the water damage
everything melting
with all we can't stand with.
Fall to the floor like a motherfucking boar,
breaking earth with tusks and making the new moss cuss,
like "shit
I just rolled out of bed and after six months frost
first thing I get to see is giving head?"
Muddy up them boots and loosen up laces.
Every scent on this Earth slapping us in the faces.
Cheeks and chins, tits and shins, hands gripping
everything within reach.
The scent of the season,
baby boy,
God don't but I will teach.
Light on, light off.
Gimme a call, light off.
Light off, light off.
