Trout Silk Lyrics

dissection wise
half onion stone
stuff your mattress
loose dog loose

waking to a pirate's breath
hot and sour on the nape of your neck

calls you by your mother's name
trout belly silk, a brace of shakes
tell your man my hands are itching
lose your shame, see it slow

2 lane cyclone red
let your backbone ease
let your hands forget