Nervous Xians

You things things things of the flesh do it slow

Down avenues f**k me lust my eyes

Licking lips encouraging mr. careworn

To gaze upon a screen bask on after the flesh

We＇ll infect your carnal mind after the flesh

I walked through forests with ugly spirits

Kissed their feet and found them calm calm calm

Still I don＇t have any money money money

My body suffers after the flesh