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Without work's calving increments Or love's coltish punch What would I be? An animalis isthmus Beyond the sea Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home So I followed them I found the bees nest in the buffalo's chest I drank their honey, that milk I've seen this taste cased in almost every face That's working to see it in all And this kidnaps me Tied up in a boat and kicked off to sea In tight baby binding technique My arm chews through the swaddling slings There's a flare gun in my hand I point it straight and point it high To the universe it applies It lit things up in lavender Where I'd been was my goal I saw the calf I saw the bees I saw the buffalo and the colt Well I'm sure they all laughed at me At me so low in my boat The flare burnt and fell The boat burnt as well And the punk And the lunk And the drunk And the skunk And the hunk And the monk in me All sunk Sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk, sunk |