It's the period of the Phlebotomist
Dealing in plasma
All of them after the serum
What's your poison fill my cup
Buttercup, sunny side up
The butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
And sup the red, red wine of her blood
Ulysses was a sailor
On a mighty endeavour
A roll over
The shoulder
Jackpot adventure of sons
Too far gone
For his mother Anticlea
So nice to meet yer
Demeter
Or Persephone's daughter
The land was barren in the winter
Six months under ground
What a sin to her
To keep her away from the sun
The pale snowdrop face
Been kept in an indoor vase
And he, the explorer
Had to amore her
Blood
Of the father
Salt of the Earth
Tears cried in vain
(But not in love) yet
What's the Period, huh?
I don't know! The tempo?
Yeah
In the succour, Lord Such and So
Lady Suck, Lady Luck, Lord Fuck knows when
The women in my wife
The wifi, high wife, the fi
The fidelity of her
(The hifi of my wife)
She's the werewolf mother
The fe, fi, fo fum of the Wife
The I smell the blood of an Englishman
The Wifi, low life, half life, half blood
Low moon waning
Waxing, waning,
Half moon
Whining, complaining
Lining and laning
In the groove again and
Suck my thumb
Werewolf mum
The changing
But I didn't give a bread crumb
To follow me home to my castle
Alone
And give me a bottle of red rum
My dad died in No man's land, how come?
Who's to explain? What I need is some speed
And the roses are growing
And I must get going
To your love
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