Horse The Band

Pushing thrusting bulbs into the light
A peasant thought starts it's flight
From reason and from fact
A peasant thought
Grows two legs
Opens up it's heart
An absurd courtship
Oh dear
Oh dear
What has become of hesitation?
Oh dear
Oh dear
Did the mosquito's bite bring me down?
She said, "Let's sing the crippling song"
Her lips always ate moments like days
and I was not prepared
I was gone
and I was not prepared
To let my guard down
So I fed her the end