Cuckoo - Archie Bronson Outfit

In the morning he burst to tears

The cuckoo had taken a look of Woe

I have robbed myself in Your presence darling

I have robbed myself in Your presence darling

I wear my Woe with a blood stained nose

As I stand UP here I am barely formed

Just dust and lust now measure my bones

Just dust and lust now measure my bones

A FUR I wear upon my back

Come in search of You on a pilgrim track

FUR I wear upon my back

Come in search of you on a pilgrim track

Bones a-jingle when we fall

But little red drops are no obstacle

For I would bury myself to hold you darling

I would bury myself to hold You darling