Muppet Face - Xiu Xiu

Should I treasure the red 
or treasure the light 
the bitter juniper is still food 
pull down your pants by the shi'ites 
tire my tounge over your gums 

oh honey bee 
buzz upon me 
slip me a note 
oh God, what a donkey 
it smells like Fallujah 
a hammock rod 
this shirt clings like dander 
this kiss scrapes like rust 

Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt 
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike 
stabbing my hand a sailor 
this last night of ours' pathetic 
tiny, tiny paws turning into dust 
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die 
casting my fate to the gristmill 
this last night of ours 
finally i'm surprised 

oh, tuck away those acient jugs of yours 
reaquainted with the brush of a skinflake 
cooped up between a jerk and a hard place 
you sight your eye off the tip of your gun 

Tiny, tiny paws covered in the dirt 
tiny purring sounds rising like a pike 
stabbing my hands like a savior 
this last night of ours forever 
tiny, tiny paws tunring into dust 
tiny shining eye, rolling like a die 
casting my faith to the wayside 
this last night of ours 
finally i'm surprised