Wet Bacon

Woof...my heart goes boom

Is it the dog or me?

Play for me your instrument please

Wicked moons and wicked eyes

Dance to the weariness of your footsteps

Begone my treachery, my treachery shall cease

Upon the wanton roses I dare not speak

I shall die in the awakening of the smell

As the hills deepen

And the lover weeps

Do not embark upon this house,

For this house is eager to fall

And the trees are willing to open their eyes

Behold an emotional forest,

A woof here and a woof there

And a woof, woof, woof everywhere

As the beast slays its prey

And devours the treat wholeheartedly

No man shall go unpunished

For all instruments beware

The cage has been broken

And there he lies attacked.