Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin
Such a silly mistake
Left in a tray
It made us feel quite quarrelsome
Pretty and dead
As my wedding bouquet
A neat little row
Like the hem of a dress
Pinning us together
Left like a message under stone
It made me feel quite happy
Stay a while in the alley
It is cool
Laced profane delicious
And fairies in the fire
The fury cleaner
Dust and cheese in the pie
Metal or flesh or souls
The windows gone
Boys have swords
Nobody beats time
Prick up your hair
Pin back your skin
Such a silly mistake
Now I will lock myself out.