Bauhaus - In The Flat Field Lyrics
A gut pull drag on meInto the chasm gaping weMirrors multy reflecting thisBetween spunk stained sheetAnd odourous whimCalmer eye- flick- shudder- withinAssist me to walk away in sinWhere is the string that theseus laidFind me out this labyrinth placeI do get bored, I get boredIn the flat fieldI get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldYin and yang lumber punchGo taste a tart then eat my lunchAnd force my slender thin and leanIn this solemn place of fill wetting dreamsOf black matted lace of pregnant cowsAs life maps out onto my browThe card is lowered in index turnInto my filing cabinet hemispheres spurnI do get bored, I get boredIn the flat fieldI get bored, I do get boredIn the flat fieldLet me catch the slit of lightFor a maidens sakeOn a maiden flightIn the flat field I do get boredReplace with picadilly whoresIn my yearn for some cerebral fixTransfer me to that solid plainMoulding shapes no shame to wasteMoulding shapes no shame to wasteAnd drag me there with deafening haste
