Black Heart

Milk stain on your collar
Call yourself punk, punk
And Robeson sang to general strikers
Wagner and Mayakovsy didn't need those amplifiers
Hmm... those boys cooked without electricity
Know what I mean Mr. Practicality?
Mr. Stoppage? Mr. Insertongueupthebossesrear
You said a mouthful of fear and you made a sound like a mouthful of pride.
You said a headful of fear a brain reminiscent of that milk stain mentioned earlier
Can you get me a voice like Vincent Price in a barrel of molasses
Thanks, wrap, that up, I'll eat it later
Like a blind main cans an ice cream.
Like a deaf man who fates loudly in a crowded bar
Got it all over his face like a child
Shameless Didn't know any better
Like I was faithfully yours a black heart beating out the dark