Faberge Falls For Shuggie

Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me
 (What they say)
 That the bird in my chest was dead
 But that's never, never, never
 She ain't my thug no more, ain't no kind of killer
 And she can break them off if she damn well please Just as long as she brings it home to me
 (And it's still hot)
 Can you touch what I'm saying?
 It's like, ooh, did Shuggie do it yet?
 (No, not yet, wait)
 Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me
 (Tell you what?)
 That the sex in my walk was cotton soft
 But that's never, never, never
 With question marks in my eye
 And your strange name pressed to our lips
 We arrived at number eleven
 So charged and ready for slavery
 I won't take the stage straight, understand
 Under capes with dirty cock dragons
 I wanna put out so bad
 But something bad says the kid's probably right
 Are you deflating at the question?
 I don't know
 Now that the parachute has opened, well
 Don't it make you feel good?
 Be careful how you touch me
 My body is an earthquake
 Ready to receive you
 Mind's making glaciers
 Metals for my soldiers
 Let's be like strangers touching for the first time
 Skeletal lamping, the controller sphere, false priest