The Honey Mouth

This honey month I'm telling you Don't go turning your radio on A one and a two, should I talk to you Like the others do? Get your knees up beneath the bar I'm leaving now but I won't go far This honey month I'm telling you Don't go turning your radio on And this honey month, with the wine on your breath Singing the same stolen song I want you to know, I want you to know What you don't want to know? Beneath the revving of a car The evensong of the abattoir Moo, you bloody choir Moo and lo, lo and moan Moo, you huddled choir Moo and lo, how the night arrives with a blow This honey month, already married enough Wondering where it went wrong I'll make you come, I'll make you go I'll make you come apart again