I'm not for the king, I'm not a father thing
Put them somewhere safe and dark and cold
Release all the beasts, that get both of me
Swear out the corners of the fold
Well my skeleton's a little stung
Relieved by the loosening of our skin
I'm not going to take 'cause it's got to taste
Like nothing that I've ever had before
Well I start the recipe
That turns my inner peace
Into an aching for some more
Well my skeleton's been playing dumb
He's seen this happen many times before
Ouch, ouch how it hurts, please give me more
Ouch, ouch how it hurts, please give me more
Well my problem with that is that I can't forget
The perfect man I was a life ago
My two thirsty ears
Could make this in years
Have kept me here so safe and dark and cold
Well my skeleton has come undone
He bites his gut and lays down on the floor
Ouch, ouch how it hurts, please give me more
Ouch, ouch how it hurts, please give me more
Ouch, more, ouch, more, ouch, more, ouch, more