A gut pull drag on me 
Into the chasm gaping we 
Mirrors multy reflecting this 
Between spunk stained sheet 
And odourous whim 
Calmer eye- flick- shudder- within 
Assist me to walk away in sin 
Where is the string that Theseus laid 
Find me out this labyrinth place 

I do get bored, I get bored 
In the flat field 
I get bored, I do get bored 
In the flat field 

Yin and Yang lumber punch 
Go taste a tart then eat my lunch 
And force my slender thin and lean 
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams 
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows 
As life maps out onto my brow 
The card is lowered in index turn 
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn 

I do get bored, I get bored 
In the flat field 
I get bored, I do get bored 
In the flat field 

Let me catch the slit of light 
For a maiden's sake 
On a maiden flight 
In the flat field I do get bored 
Replace with Picadilly whores 
In my yearn for some cerebral fix 
Transfer me to that solid plain 
Moulding shapes no shame to waste 
Moulding shapes no shame to waste 
And drag me there with deafening haste