The Honey Month

This honey month I'm telling you Don't go turning your radio on, A one and a two, should I talk to you, Like the others do? Get yr knees up beneath the bar, I'm leaving now, but I won't go far... This honey month I'm telling you Don't go turning your radio on, And this honey month, with the wine One your breath, and singing the same Stolen song I want you to know, I want you to know, What you don't want to know. Beneath the revving of a car, The evensong of the abbatoir... Moo, you bloody choir, Moo and lo, lo and moan. Moo, you huddled choir, Moo and lo, How the night arrives with a blow. And this honey month, already married enough, And wondering where it went wrong, I'll make you come, I'll make you go, I'll make you come apart again