Faberge Falls for Shuggie

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me

(What they say)

That the bird in my chest was dead

But that's never, never, never

She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer

And she can break them off if she damn well please

Just as long as she brings it home to me

(And it's still hot)

Can you touch what I'm saying?

It's like, ooh, did Shuggie do it yet?

(No, not yet, wait)

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me

(Tell you what?)

That the sex in my walk was cotton soft

But that's never, never, never

With question marks in my eye

And your strange name pressed to our lips

We arrived at number eleven

So charged and ready for slavery

I won't take the stage straight, understand

Under capes with dirty cock dragons

I wanna put out so bad

But something bad says the kid's probably right

Are you deflating at the question?

I don't know

Now that the parachute has opened, well

Don't it make you feel good?

Be careful how you touch me

My body is an earthquake

Ready to receive you

Mind's making glaciers

Metals for my soldiers

Let's be like strangers touching for the first time

Skeletal lamping, the controller sphere, false priest