Black Midi - Of Schlagenheim

He's at a centre She's at a centre They're at a centre She's got a sanctum He's got a centre He's got a sanctum He's got a sanctum I've got a cellar I've got a cellar She's got a sanctum He's got his hand tied He's got his head up He puts his hand up She's put his hand up He puts his hand up She put his hand up Monday morning, commotion throughout Reverberations of a bell's sound A sweetheart calls and I venture forth A voice so fair, I had no thought And preaching on the pros of naval aviation “Ha n'a n'a n'a n'a n'a n'a n'a hee n'a” I'm so enthralled by this grand affair So I choose to be one with the scum of this air Nought is true So unclean And it smells so bad Looked so grand The thing left at one o'clock But no, it is awful And sweat is running down No, it is awful And the But I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven And the hands of a porcupine Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven And the hands of a sweating old landlord Sweat is running down my face, I wish it could be cold So I could get a bottle full of it and sell it to the old Their leather cannot handle heat and cracks repulsively I'd sell to soothe my eyesight, not because they have the need And he said, "Come here sweetheart, give me a kiss" With the thoughts of a sister he so dearly missed Now I understand the reason and feel to comply I said, "But please, first you must understand the reason why Is because that I dream of a woman with the teeth of a raven And the hands of a porcupine And she'd be so sweet, she'd be so nice, and she'd be all of mine Oh yes, a sweetheart with the teeth of a raven And the hands of a porcupine She'd be so sweet, yes, she'd be so nice, she'd be all of mine"