Muppet Face - Xiu Xiu

should I treasure the red

or treasure the light

the bitter juniper is still food

pull down your pants by the shi’ites

tire my tounge over your gums

oh, honey bee

buzz upon me

slip me a note

oh god, what a donkey

it smells like fallujah

a hammock rod

this shirt clings like dander

this kiss scrapes like rust

tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt

tiny purring sounds rising like a pike

stabbing my hand like a sailor

this last night of ours’s pathetic

tiny, tiny paw turning into dust

tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

casting my fate to the gristmill

this last night of ours

finally i’m surprised

oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours

reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake

cooped up between a jerk and a hard place

you sight your eye off the tip of your gun

tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt

tiny purring sounds rising like a pike

stabbing my hands like a savior

this last night of ours forever

tiny, tiny paw tunring into dust

tiny shining eye, rolling like a die

casting my faith to the wayside

this last night of ours

finally i’m surprised