Upsilon - Dutch Uncles

The notion of a pile against

My leaking spittle innocence

My innocence

Tons o' luck, your kiss with tongues

Laid back contact what you want

Is it boy?

Imitate these soldier’s eyes

Who dares wins to TV light

And it’s a flame untied

For such a lame denial

Tonight

A people’s talking history

Some flat and yellow infancy

And is it fate?

A holiday but not that great

A gross mistake?

But speak it ease my Django

Speak it ease my tongue

(What you want, what you want)

I reckon you my hero

I reckon you my song

(What you want, what you want)

I’m speaking of the tango

Speaking of the one

(One you want, one you want)

(What you want, what you want)

Reckon you’ll find what you want

Look and you’ll find fun

(What you want, what you want)

And now I’m fair with a life

That no one can find

Thinking of a place to ride

A guillotine, my state of mind

A selfish thing to do, bizarrely

There’s no one you can use

And it’s calling

To a status, that I must choose

Speak it ease my Django

Speak it ease my tongue

(What you want, what you want)

I reckon you my hero

Reckon you my song

(What you want, what you want)

I’m speaking of the one you want

Speaking of the one

(One you want, one you want)

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

Reckon you my hero

Reckon you my fun

(What you want, what you want)

Deep in my work I can limp

There in the Nile of my wrist

Deep in the soil of my ribs

Deep in my work I can live

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

There in the Nile of my wrist

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

Deep in the soil of my ribs

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

Wherever denial can exist

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

And deep in my work, I can limp

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

There in the Nile of my wrist

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

There in the soil of my ribs

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

Wherever denial can exist

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

(Upsilon, Upsilon)

I can limp