in the mouth a desert
ben lee
can you treat it like an oil well
and if the site is just a whore-sign
can it make enough sense to me?
pretend the table is a trust-knot
we'll put our labels down
i'll watch a yarn of twine unravel
and you'll never get it back
don't you know i could make a try
i've been crowned the king of id
to hear my words and they're diamond-sharp
i could open it up and it's up and down
i'll see you beg like a little dog
don't you know that it's what i want?
i'll see you beg and it makes you dry
and i could wait to hear the words
they're diamond-sharp today