Skinhead #2

I need spit To crush these beetles on my lips They run Down the phonics from my hand to the Tick tick If I find one good mallet in my sigh It won't last long Tough kids love sad songs They sing along Sing for me We clear the pine And saved it for the biggest shrine Made for paler men For them to sink in To take the night We dosed the pharaohs Pulled the heist Filled our lungs And blow out the sun And sing sad songs Sing for me Sad songs Tough kids love to sing along they are free They are free --- Skinhead #2 - The Breeders