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 'em 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, 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 eyes And your strange name pressed to our lips We arrived at number eleven So charged and ready for slaveries I won't take the stage straight, understand Under capes with druggy 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, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, okay Now that the parachute has opened, well Don't it make you feel good? 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 My 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 Skeletal lamping The controller sphere False priest