When my [bad word] down to meet you
When my [bad word] down to meet you again

Your mouth is a hologram made of spiders bones
Your fingers little soldiers [bad word] on their way back home
I thought I saw a thundercloud on the avenue
Lightning rattled though the streets that little storm was you

When my [bad word] down to meet you
When my [bad word] down to meet you again

Your skin is like the falling snow your hair is like the rising sun
Your tongue is like Kalashnikov or some other foreign gun
I see you standing there way down upon the street
Marching victorious with your banners of defeat

O when my [bad word] down to meet you
O when my [bad word] down to meet you again