Should I treasure the red
Or treasure them light?
Though bitter juniper is still food
Pull down your pants by the she-ass
As I run my tongue over your gums

Oh, honeybee
Buzz upon me
Slip me a note
Oh God, what a donkey!
It smells like Fallujah
A hammock rod
This shirt clings like dander
This kiss scrapes like rust

Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
Stabbing my hands like a sailor
This last night of ours, pathetic
Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
Casting my fate to the gristmill
This last night of ours
Frightened and surprised

Oh, tuck away those ancient jugs of yours
Reacquainted with the brush of a skin flake
Cooped up between a jyrk and a hard place
You sight your eye off the tip of your gun

Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt
Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike
Stabbing my hands like a savior
This last night of ours forever
Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust
Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die
Casting my fate to the wayside
This last night of ours
Frightened and surprised