Ruby Bulbs

I need to taste your voice in my mouth

I need to taste your voice in the air

And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out

And feel your voice all over everywhere

I need to paste your skin around the mailbox

And hold the postman in your smile

I need to fill your lungs with smallpox

And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful baby

All filled with angels

Beautiful babies

All filled with angels