Saturday, October 30, 2010

Grandfater

I have become that worn man with the leathern skin
It feels like there's a barbed pin needle shootin rapids through my bloodstream
And I can see my veins throbbin opaque through my bird-neck skin
But I would retake back all them years if Wulf would repay my kindness with Wulf's teeth

It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth

And I would take my Grandson down to town and we'd look on all them girls lined up on them splintered branches
I'd flash my pumpkin-toothed grin and I would get me three of them
Then I would give one to Petr who has yet to cut his teeth
He'd have to gum them but for me with Wulf's teeth

It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth

Now Petr put me upstairs and I'm locked inside this trap
There's only left that six inches where I see his shadow going forward and back
He slides my dinner neath them six inches and mashed it in one my traps for me
He'll quit me of this family, and there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
It could be pork on Friday and fish on the Sabbath
If I could wear that old Wulf's teeth

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

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