Bread & Butter

Spot predatating in the mist between the vultures and the worm birds Like a hawk, and spit up in the gutter King of avian IQ comes wriggling in Your hair is silk you cannot milk It doesn't open let it fill I'd like to even wedge ya' Wanna' live in harmful pleasure Your a diamond, your a diamond Inside the haircut and the flirt face Staggers tactless biology (biology) Shoots me in the balls with a vagina bullet (a vagina bullet) A vagina! (a vagina!) My thinking, hair wandering, that's my [?], that's pondering Yes I could, should, you're pretty good You get enough of me Good stuff is sometimes free Like jacking off to GMTV Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard) Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard) Your beauty is only surpassed by my imagining of your beauty And the gorgeous oath of our tongues mingling Tongues mingling, that's all it is Your eyes are blue and mine are too In fact they're brown, but that'll do Wait, now I sound like Hitler Guess I gotta' go away and hate ya' I hate your eyes, hate your hair, hate the way you make me stare Looks like God was a wizard Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard) Looks like God was a wizard (was a wizard) My mind is somewhere between the vultures and the worm buds Like a hawk, spit up in the gutter I'd like to butter your bread And eat it I feel your flirt face Shoot me in the balls That's not faired too good Like a hawk, and spit up in the gutter I can see your bread's got butter on