Hands Undressed - Stabscotch

Day fiction, day fiction

Please don’t sit, the grass is waste and take your pick, castles of princes

Day fiction, day fiction

Saffron pricks, it’s just a guide for big chances, stop, eat, pray, shit in

Day fiction, all you, day, everyday

Cut the black in the back

Glanced at your name

Read it as a blue dumb spider stepper

I guess you cop and try apologies

But I can’t clean your cupboard

I hope you’re not nagging

Put your feet in the kraken

I’d end it all, even during dinner

I’d bake a cake with coals and splinters

My gold was spent on shoals from winter

While bishops made their soil much thinner

The ground was paved by means to settle

While bricks were buried for floors to wrestle

The air is kempt with secrets threatened

But man’s so busy with Shirley’s temple

I ain’t no Santa

You’re on your own

There’s no red satin

It’s always wool (Shit!)

Wipe my hands

It’s the devil’s new face

Makes geriatric hymns

I am a serpent, no saint

Don’t ever think to bother me

Black thunder sings vile and prime

I sputter demons out my fingers

No one thing could father me

Don’t call it fate, yet to be hazed

It’s why they say I am a

You call those manners?

That’s quite the fight

I broke you into me

That’s one of a kind (Sell me, sell me, kill me)

Bells keep tolling but my pots keep ringing

Sky ain’t bananas

It’s just a dome (That's you!)

Can’t fire at heaven (Who's there?)

Those dreams are smoke (Fuck!)

Racing on home for a chicken dinner

I prowl the streets with my ether and blazer

Cutting in the bones until I fuck you up like liver

Punch me out son, that’s euphoria rising

Don’t tidy up the floor, sick umbro

I’m burning my chambers till I’m up in the vapor

But to you, I’d rather be zero

I’m zero, look at me now

I am a serpent, no saint

Don’t ever think to bother me

Black thunder sings vile and prime

I sputter demons out my fingers

No one thing could father me

Don’t call it fate, yet to be hazed

It’s why they say I am a

I am a serpent, no saint

Don’t ever think to bother me

Black thunder sings vile and prime

I sputter demons out my fingers

No one thing could father me

Don’t call it fate, yet to be hazed

It’s why they say I am a serpent

Suck in the sound

My angel’s humming

Cause I’m always coming

My angel’s humming

I’m always coming

My angel’s humming

Wipe the yellow off your back

There’s a shade of life you can bring back

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my hands undressed

With my