Pinkies Hit the Union by The Blue Aeroplanes Lyrics

I never glimpsed my strange coil before
Now it weeps before me
Not hazardous, but, oh, so, so

And thus penchant for the true spike
Led me into suffucks
Of the english tincture

And you played there?
Yes I did, so pretty and not at all flowing
But seemingly salacious
Ah! that poetic sense has returned
You should put right
It merely confounds us

Be pretty
Very slip the tongues over the matting
And have done with it

Huh! I go, so what's over that sunday garb
Without my modes?
Laugh? argh, hah! I could have shat

Simpler to dig the rest of this malt

Error!

Error to digress and make me unmention
Make the specific with the obverse and say
I never went there
But god
My heart was in england when I was away

And, er, jesus how it left
When those pinkies hit the union

When those pinkies hit the union
And held earth reviews within their brief

Did you 'hey there'?
Yes I did
So pretty and not at all glowing
And seemingly savage
Ah! that poetic sense has returned
You should put right
It merely confounds us