Pushing, [bad word] bulbs into the light
peasant thought starts its flight
From reason and from fact

peasant thought grows two legs
Opens up its heart, an absurd courtship

Oh dear, oh, oh dear
What has [bad word] of hesitation?
Oh dear, oh, oh dear
Did the mosquito's bite bring me down?

She said, let's sing the crippling song
Her lips always ate moments like days
And I was not prepared, I was gone

And I was not prepared to let my guard down
So I fed her the end, the end of my spear

We would throw rocks and things into our well
Ourselves as well
We would ride to a [bad word] 

We would throw rocks and things into our well
Ourselves as well
We would ride to a [bad word] 
Like dinosaurs, like dinosaurs

Dropping into the darkness, we sink

You should have seen her at one with the Gods
She said, let's sing the cripple song, then I was gone
Oh dear, oh dear, then I was gone
Oh dear, oh dear, then I was gone

She said, let's sing the cripple song together
Then I was gone