Man Man - On Oni Pond Fangs

Lyrics

& every time she tries to find
the kind of love that won't leave her behind
she ends up feeling like some sort of
shadow on the wall
raised & braised on mysticism
like jesus flesh & cataclysmic
punishment
for following
the hunger her pleasure creates
she falls down stairs completely aware
it'll tarnish her beauty
beyond all repair
the bruises that blossom
remind her she's human
she hates that more than the fact
she hides her fangs
behind her back
she slips them in
when no one's watching
pretends to laugh
at the boxes she's been born in
she hides her fang out in the open
hoping somebody will steal them
& her
when she was young she held a fantasy
of being the female steve mcqueen
careening an ancient motorcycle
thru the throngs of those she hates
the spirit of sperm it haunts her thoughts
like harnesses for golden swans
her belly deserves a future much brighter
than a hovel for a squatter
she chews her fingers down to the bone
whenever she feels her life's outta control
she plays the piano it sounds like tornados
but who will tell her the truth
i won't
she hides her fangs behind her back
she slips them in when no one's watching
pretends to laugh at the boxes she's been born in
she hides her fangs out in the open
hoping somebody will steal them
& her
every time she tries to find
the kind of love that won't leave her behind
she ends up feeling like some sort of
shadow on the wall
& i wish that i could provide
the kind of weapons money won't buy
together we'd go hunting thru
the hallows of our hearts
& kill the things that keep us down
& cut the strings to which our fears seem bound
& kiss the flicker of the flames that burn us out
from within