I came from hills and mounds I fell away I am a mole inside a man I ride a pig through the grass I�ve got the paraphernalia I�ve got the paraphernalia I don�t touch anyone I don�t touch anyone And how in the fuck can you feel it Paraphernalia, never give it up Slid past the last town Blades burning high I�ll carry on, fuel in my arms Shaking out the kerosene always spill a� Carve out the watershed I�ll never need a stitch Down from the edges I have never seen them Save all the whispers I will never serve them Until I fall into a rat Drowned by buddy I was fucking in the pond I was fucking in the pond Thrashing, bleeding, squeezing and buggering Bled from all my rings and tails in grubby water Burned a trail down to the glass Now I am curving away Had you no mirror Had you no mirror Glad you don�t peer from the edges of haunches Down here, down here Don�t, you better find that head And if you don�t You better find that head You better find it quick