PJ Harvey - Naked Cousin

My naked cousin I see him running All over headland Scared as a chic-chicken His naked skin fries Fries in the sun, oh my My naked cousin can cook Till he's good, good and done I hate his smell And I hate his company But most of all I hate That he looks just, just like me Skin always melting, fries in the sun He can cook, cook his brains out Till they're good and good and Good and done He's running He's running He's running He's running He run from burning bushes He run from bank of senate He run from every thing That upsets his master plan And and if he flips And I am as good as done My, my naked cousin, I know He'll just keep, keep a-running He's running He's running He's running He's running Running naked through the trees Scared the shit right out of me Bought my ticket, take my ride Take me to the sunny side Running naked through the trees Scared the shit right out of me Bought my ticket, take my ride Begging all to please, please, please Please, please, please Please, please, please Please, please, please