Dig the Subatomic Holdout #2 - Beulah

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

I swear in the dark where she’s romancing

Past the line where they’re wall-dancing

And the skin she sheds won’t lie awake

She won’t lie awake

Roses are redder than the dirt that sparkles in her hair

Porn shops with the star leather prom princess

Dots her I’s with hearts and sunkisses

Frozen smiles and she won’t lie awake

She won’t lie awake

Violets are bluer than the bruises she holds out in her hand

I wanna be right now

Say don’t mind

Save your prayers for the poor blind

'Cause I don’t care about your catechisms

And your hatred is a precious kind of

Fool in the middle of the day

And you might as well stay a long time