Scott Walker - 'See You Don't Bump His Head'

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Spring might gently press its thumbs against your eyes
While plucking feathers from a swan song
A cobweb melts within a womb
While plucking feathers from a swan song
An incontinent is singing Scarpia
While plucking feathers from a swan song
While plucking feathers from a swan song
A mythic instance of erotic impulse
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Is slipping under a surefire sign
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Bdelloid rotifers join the chitterling circuit
While plucking feathers from a swan song
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Shit might pretzel Christ’s intestines
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Being crushed from the inside out
While plucking feathers from a swan song
On the snow «Rummy» flaunts his unmanly dribble
While plucking feathers from a swan song
While plucking feathers from a swan song
A tiny laugh dirties everything it touches
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Night stops dripping through the stars
While plucking feathers from a swan song
Blast the sheet of jewels horizon to horizon
While plucking feathers from a swan song