Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me   What they say   That the bird in my chest was dead   But that's never, never, never      She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer   And she can break 'em off if she damn well please   Just as long as she brings it home to me   And it's still hot      Can you touch what I'm saying?   It's like, did Shuggie do it yet?   No, not yet, wait      Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me   Tell you what   That the sex in my walk was cotton soft   But that's never, never, never      With question marks in my eyes   And your strange name pressed to our lips   We arrived at number eleven   So charged and ready for slaveries      I won't take the stage straight, understand   Under capes with druggy cock dragons   I wanna put out so bad   But something bad says the kid's probably right      Are you deflating at the question?   I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know   I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, okay      Now that the parachute has opened, well   Don't it make you feel good?   Now that the parachute has opened, well   Don't it make you feel good?      Be careful how you touch me   My body is an earthquake   Ready to receive you   My mind's making glaciers      Metals for my soldiers   Let's be like strangers   Touching for the first time      Skeletal lamping   The controller sphere   False priest      Skeletal lamping   The controller sphere   False priest