Island, IS

On with your home, the song said it all to the sky
 With a lone catapult and a song gently put to the side
 And the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the side
 when it all went to fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the side
 Well your heart is a bush and it's talking to --with some size
 When you already put all of the soup inside
 They were all really smooshed with a calm steady push to the side
 All that your heart finds
 Wrong with your own wife
 Sign up all your relatives
 Only your heart would mind
 And the serpentine
 I'm the reaper of bonds
 Called the arrival
 Tear into the night
 (?)
 "Harder", said your boy
 Conserve it with an omelette
 And you're on it with the carpet
 And you solved it, said you called it
 Set your orbit, said you cough it
 Said it's often that you're oh fits
 And your old tits on your hard drive