Cocoa Hooves (Stripped)

This old goat with a beard of grey

He turns his leather gripped cane

Those times you clapped and called for quiet

They've come to hold you, ain't that nice?'

He packs a fat Oom Paul to

Jib and make home-baked perfume

Slip froth from soft, warm joe

Snug eiderdown bedclothes

You know

You know the way that I

Come on you hermit, you never fight back

Why don't you play with bows and arrows?

Why don't you dance like you're sick in your mind?

Why don't you set your wings on fire?

You slick back that wiry mane, a neat tucked slice

Deep tree sleep on the dank lawn and scratch the slate

You finger down that waxen line between your breasts

A squeaky pain upon each breath

The plumber's left

You know the way that I feel

Come on you hermit, you never fight back

Why don't you play with bows and arrows?

Why don't you dance like you're sick in your mind?

Why don't you set your wings on fire?

Come on you hermit, why don't you play nice?

Why don't you toy with sex and violence?

Why don't you stare back into my huge eye?

Why don't you set my wings on fire?