| Sucking on a tap that never dries | 
| Could you take it right between your eyes? | 
| Bending blood, bending blood | 
| The father stood, the father’s hood | 
| Black shadow on an acid bird that etched | 
| Her way across a field so long ago | 
| Walking through the fields in summer heat | 
| Look at all the creatures 'round your feet | 
| Pumping blood, pumping blood | 
| The mother gave, the mother gave | 
| White ointment of an acid kiss that | 
| Burned upon the lips she gave you | 
| So long ago, so long ago | 
| Fun in the sun, luck in the bloodstream | 
| Shallow bodies writhing on the grass | 
| Fun in the sun, hair in the slipstream | 
| Tadpoles shooting through a hollowed glass | 
| Cutting out a silhouette of dreams | 
| Everything is older than it seems | 
| Son of blood, son of blood | 
| The baby shakes the baby snakes | 
| That crawl across the acid rings that | 
| Flicker from your corpuscles | 
| One sunny day, one sunny day | 
| Fun in the sun, everyone knows it | 
| They could be as mellow as the hay | 
| Fun in the sun, everyone blows it | 
| They grow up and instantly turn gray | 
| Black shadow of an acid bird that etched | 
| Its way across a field | 
| So long ago, so long ago |