Should I treasure the red Or treasure them light? Though bitter juniper is still food Pull down your pants by the she-ass As I run my tongue over your gums Oh, honeybee Buzz upon me Slip me a note Oh God, what a donkey! It smells like Fallujah A hammock rod This shirt clings like dander This kiss scrapes like rust Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike Stabbing my hands like a sailor This last night of ours, pathetic Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die Casting my fate to the gristmill This last night of ours Frightened and surprised Oh, tuck away those ancient jugs of yours Reacquainted with the brush of a skin flake Cooped up between a jyrk and a hard place You sight your eye off the tip of your gun Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt Tiny purring sounds rising like a pike Stabbing my hands like a savior This last night of ours forever Tiny, tiny paws turning into dust Tiny shining eye, rolling like a die Casting my fate to the wayside This last night of ours Frightened and surprised