A.r. Kane – Scab

inside my belly, there`s scars made of jelly

they (dance) on a teddy, on aging faces friendly

her sweet smile`s getting dusty

just trust for love

don`t eat for taste

vile juice, swallow spit reason

angry scab crack split

let them all stay out me

came (moan-a-moan) from a dubway

(let them all stay out of me)

don`t turn `em on, it`s not (?)

our glass fur`s riding today

just trust for love

don`t eat for taste, don`t go away

fresh still limbed blue love toy

painting slimmed away

don`t dance, dust dance, dancing

don`t fuck that slow one

save yourself for me

just trust for love, save yourself for me

don`t eat for taste, save yourself for me