The Man With the Shovel, Is the Man I'm Going to Marry - To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie

Sewn thumbs throbbing, what it is to put away

Flashing papers, what it is not to say

I wish, wish wish all of this

I wish, wish wish all of this

A dangerous story, our eyes meandering

A venturous laugh, spilling these lusts towards you

I wish, wish wish all of this

I wish, wish wish all of this

Sense what’s lasting, what it is not to say

Love sought and deserted, what it is to put away

And I resist, and I resist, and I resist

To wish, wish wish all of this

To wish, wish wish all of this

It won’t rest, tell what you see

Far to guess, not to deceive

It won’t rest, tell what you see

Far to guess, not to believe

To wish, wish wish all of this

To wish, wish wish all of this

And I resist, and I resist

And I resist, and I resist

And I