Without work's calving increments Or love's coltish punch What would I be?An animaless isthmus Beyond the sea Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home So I followed them I found the bees nest in the buffalo's chest I drank their honey, that milk I've seen this taste cased in almost every face That's working to see it in all And this kidnaps me Tied up in a boat and kicked off to sea In tight baby binding technique My arm chews through the swaddling slings There's a flare gun in my hand I point it straight and point it high And to the universe it applies It lit things up in lavender Where I'd been was might go I saw the calf I saw the bees I saw the buffalo and the colt Well I'm sure they all laughed at me At me solo in my boat The flare burned and fell The boat burned as well And the punk And the lunk And the drunk And the skunk And the hunk And the monk in me All sunkSunk, sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk All about Bill Callahan:
Without work's calving increments Or love's coltish punch What would I be?An animaless isthmus Beyond the sea Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home So I followed them I found the bees nest in the buffalo's chest I drank their honey, that milk I've seen this taste cased in almost every face That's working to see it in all And this kidnaps me Tied up in a boat and kicked off to sea In tight baby binding technique My arm chews through the swaddling slings There's a flare gun in my hand I point it straight and point it high And to the universe it applies It lit things up in lavender Where I'd been was might go I saw the calf I saw the bees I saw the buffalo and the colt Well I'm sure they all laughed at me At me solo in my boat The flare burned and fell The boat burned as well And the punk And the lunk And the drunk And the skunk And the hunk And the monk in me All sunkSunk, sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk All about Bill Callahan:
