Broke my mule at the knees with a kiss and a kick, lovedly,
Hoofin' heels skinned and scarred by the wheels of the drag of the need,
I got flies I got bone through the fur,
I got miles that your blood swore to burn,
Breathe it deep, breathe it deep, breathe it deep
We're on the run but we ain't wrong for the kill, for the kill
Blood your boot on the nape of a man out of thrill, out of thrill
The very dirt we were damned to kiss
Holds your funeral flower drunk on my piss,
Ain't no ash ever been but an ash.