Consuela's Newt - Ruby Throat

Consuela ripped to pieces

This devil’s jury hand

With you sat there in your cold sweat palm

And your pigswill contraband

As armies gather up their rage

She waves them all aside

Lay down in your mother’s arms

Consuela’s boy did cry

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

Wind, it hit the walls

You’re making me a man

The useless sucking from my breast

And pigswill contraband

Little man, get off your knees

And wringing the hands of rye

There’s galaxies and universe

And mountains yet to climb

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

Stolen newt, broken tails

Worn down with overuse

Your brain is all in greatness

So Consuela means of choose

Little man, get off your knees

And wringing the hands of rye

There’s galaxies and universe

And mountains yet to climb

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here, don’t want to die

I don’t want to die here

I want to die here

I want to die here

I want to die here

I want to die