Faerie bones

There'll come a time 

Yeah yeah yeah 

    Won't there ?

The daisies 

    Trodden 

The faeries and their orgy

     Snail skinned by moonlight 

You've seen the trails

The tell tale slime trains 

Which is the blood 

     Of broken fairy wings 

You've seen them and you know

There's been a faerie war

     Which the faeries lost 

That's why you don't see 'em

      Anymore ... 

I've been waiting for the queen 

     To come 

     And turn in her wand 

Hey nonny nonny 

The daisies are trodden 

     The faeries skinned 

And only by myth and blunder 

      Are we sufficiently 

Comprised 

To stomach this horror 

Whilst Virtue at the gate 

Watches with heavy eyes 

As alien beings amass 

In the strawberry furrows 

And the parsnip fields 

Against our way of reconciliation 

And our lore 

It is coming 

The annihilation 

Of our kind 

Our kind of fallen angels 

Our band of broken sinners 

We the remorseless calababs

We keep women & men like pets 

We use them for Labour and sex

The women we milk for honey 

The men we fuck to death 

Like dogs they whimper & worry

We win them & lose them in bets

Some of them learn to like it

Some of them purr like Yetis

Sometimes we boil them fish bones 

Sometimes we throw them rice 

Sometimes we burn their children 

As if they were nests of mice

But overall we like them around 

Although they stink 

And they stain the pavement 

Like spat out chewing gum 

When you squash them 

For a bit of fun 

They're not so easy on the eye 

And believe it or not 

They don't know how to fly! 

Is it any wonder 

They struggle to survive 

Without any wings 

They're such sick weak 

Smelly little

     Things 

Disused quarry in a hag hunt

Goes to the highest bidder 

Who wants a bitch 

With milk in her tits 

She'll make you a perfect dinner 

Mate her with a rat

The offspring will be lizards

Give the dog her brat boy 

Pluck her eyes like snails 

Show no mercy to these 

Filthy sinners 

There'll come a time 

When the war of love and fantasy 

Has receded like an empty bath 

Your skin will crawl 

Your teeth will grate 

Oo yeah baby 

Yes it will 

When you think of me

You'll want to be ill

Your stomach turns 

Your head whirrs

The fact that you fukd me 

Seems absurd 

You'll feel me in your nostrils 

Like the meat you've given up 

Your chest will heave 

You just can't breathe 

I'll be the dirt 

on your wedding cup

I'll be your scabies 

Your mosquito your scar

I'll be your zero 

Your mistake your mar

You'll want to forget me

You'll burn all my gifts 

You'll soak them in petrol 

You'll bleach bit your disks 

You're the last of the faeries 

You've got little horns 

My demon would bone you 

In a forest of thorns
hey nonny nonny
yeah, yeah, yeah.  

08/08/17 - Moscow 

08/08/17  Moscow