Alsatian - Birth Control

Sitting here, unable

Just to move a single limb

Sitting deaf and dazedly

In my think

Every step, blindfolded,

Doesn’t seem to change a thing

Not a trace of boldness

Not a fling

Where’s that call of nature

Torrent in my soul

That can close and break ya

And erase the cold

Scorch and scald you, warning

To deny it’s voice

It absorbs you, calming,

There’s no other choice

Feel yourself…

Turn into’n alsatian

Just change your mind to be free

Calling for salvation

When in rome do as the romans do

It’s a wild child’s imagination

Old as the world and the sea

Fall on to temptation

This is how it’s meant to be

See the old moon rising

Brighten up the darkest night

Strong and paralysing

Raise (s) her sights

Here’s that call of nature…