Tekster: Wild Beasts. His Grinning Skull.

How can you pine anymore?
It is beautiful
and for all
unavoidable

so these are his bones
and his grinning skull
so now he is home
to the bluebottles

he who was your bull
and made the shadows run

and I understand
In all things he was quite the man

but now perched on his skull
he now wears cuckold's horns
and they're growing full
pushing through the soil

pools gathering round my knees
temptation leers at me from every door

so these are his bones
why won't you leave them alone?

worms crowding her feet
trying to pull me back to their holes
tap-tapping in the room below
nothing more than dead piles of bones

saying:
"I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will"
"I'll eat this young whelp's heart I will"
"I'll eat this young whelp's heart"

HEAVE-HO
HEAVE-HO

with fists for spades we raid his grave
with big black boots we stomp the roots
with fists for spades we raid his grave
with big black boots we stomp the roots

and HEAVE-HO
HEAVE-HO
HEAVE-HO
HEAVE-HO

HEAVE-HO

heave-ho