Letra de Love is a punch in the throat

Not many people will tell you this,
but the grim Reaper wears a bra,

There´s other ways to quench my carnal lust
than skinny women with their heaving busts
I´ll buy a ferret I´ll live alone
forgetting all the chicks that I´ve ever known
Become a recluse and a misanthrope
live a life completely void of hope
I´ll let my ferret be my means to deal
with all the bullshit women make me feel
Someday I may become a Panjandrum
or perhaps remain an eccentric bum
I´ll cut my ear off and I´ll get your address
to represent for you what I can´t express

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All I could give, so much I´d devote
Love´s not a union, it´s a punch in the throat

Am I in love, or is my head in a vice?
Are those your freckles, or do you have lice?
For each emotion that you antiquate,
I´ve got a ferret back home who waits
I´m nescient and I´m love´s neophyte
I´m truly bibulous, I´m bald and I´m white
So what´s so lacking in my self esteem?
Love´s quite pellucid in a bottle of Beam
I´ve got my complex and you´ve got your breasts
they´re both related by my therapists´ guess
You make me dizzy and you´re hurting my head
I think I´d rather love my ferret instead

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Who shut the lights off? Oh, ferret that´s you
as long as you´re up, could you get me one too
We´ll crank our Leo Kottke and get drunk in the dark
and cover up with palaver where chicks left their mark
A ferret´s not a weasel, but a female may be
the two are intertwined when you live like me
I´d visit myself, but I wouldn´t wanna stay
without a ferret there´s no other way

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There´s other ways to quench my carnal lust
than skinny women with their heaving busts
I´ll buy a ferret I´ll live alone
forgetting all the chicks that I´ve ever known

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