Jake Leg

Jake leg! Steal this wine away Flay me Underneath the brine Running away Through the sick and the pure Mind your feet, lest they firmament tread Crawl past the soft Spiraled sinewy teeth Soiled dove, steal the fruit of its jaws Lady! Keep those hounds at bay Feed me The fruits of Avalon The body's a vessel The hands find a cure Flesh is weak and my lip needs a meal Weak in the knees And you're wet on the floor Ace of staves, we will dance ever come --- Jake Leg - Baroness