The Honey Month

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 yr 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, and 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 I'm telling you don't go turning your radio on
And this honey month, already married enough, and wondering where it went wrong
I'll make you come
I'll make you go
I'll make you come apart again