Feet fall on the pavement, to the other side of the road
Grabbing my shoulders she shakes me with her cold hands
When in the corner of the street I see
Six eyes, three heads all on me
What is it
I'm in its grasp and its breathe crawls up my neck
And I've been dying just to feel, a shred of the crest
It cracks my ribs, splits my skin
Sticks it's tongue in my mouth
Now this is the kind of evening I'm talking about
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
It's good stuff, pouring down on me
My babies are coming back green
It's such, the like I've never seen
The babies are coming back clean
It's love doing the job for me
My babies are coming back green
Its such like
It spits me out and I lay here crushed to the ground
It takes her head, chews it off
And it swills it around
What about me I scream, as it leaves me behind
Spits out her bones guess her skin tastes better than mine
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
It's good stuff, pouring down on me
The babies are coming back green
It's such, the like I've never seen
My babies are coming back clean
It's love doing the job for me
The babies are coming back green
It's love doing the job for me
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it
If it's a myth, at least we're in it