Slake Train Coming by Squirrel Bait Lyrics

I prepare with the same old thoughts
The cackling of whores as they laugh and speak
Arched backs bounce on peak faces covered with hair
Show concentration and a stare

Yeah

I thirst and I slake
It's my gift to you and you decide and you subside
It's history now
And as flesh is on both ears those old hands force it near
I come to attention and make my decision to leave