Some Grow Young - Lobster Tits Lyrics

High on misfortune and drunk on the full moon
She's lifting her leg at the bar
Caught in her staring, his hopes past all caring
He gives her a lift to the car
He says 'Dare I re-enter her honeycomb centre
And risk an attack from the swarm?'
'I know she's bat-crazy, but f*ck it, I'm lazy
And besides, that porridge is warm...'

She's got them lobster tits...

Blurring the angles, their rhythm entangles
And ends in a stain on the floor
Smartly departin', his hand with her heart in,
He's done, but she's itchin' for more
She'll fixate the favour that's bound to enslave her
On one too elusive to groom
A witch without warning at four in the morning,
She arrives like a spell in his room...

She's got them lobster tits...

'Try in your mind', he tell her
'To die on your own
'Then you'll decide the letters they carve on your stone...'

With rising dementia, her cure-skewered preventure
Has garnished her grin with a tweak
Stalking his sister, kissed frogs till they blister
She hides in his trash for a week
Finally frightened, he begs her to tighten
The leash of insanity's hound
Charmed that he noticed the fly in her lotus
She swears she'll be coming around...

She's got them lobster tits...

'Try in your mind', he tell her
'To die on your own
'Then you'll decide the letters they carve on your stone...'

Use them well...