You pull your ship into my isle And choke the helm for my delight Dragging your bony ghost Along my coast You dirty rotten bastard Licking at my scars It turns me on It turns me on
You slip the shiver up my thigh And all the while You shirk and smile Hanging around my star Won't get you far The last laugh's yours baby Grow your fawns It turns me on It turns me on
It ain't human But it's all we get Chewing the hunter's net Is what we're doing
Perhaps you know My garden's chalk If something grows you'll yank the stalk Waving your shiny shears Right through my fears You dirty rotten bastard Always almost gone You're almost gone It turns me on It turns me on It turns me On
