Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Darling, artist - Pig with the Face of a Boy. Album song La La Ha Ha, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 05.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: O
Song language: English
My Darling |
My darling, believe me |
My love for you is true |
If you were to leave me |
I know not what I’d do |
And so tonight I thought I might |
Let all my feelings show |
And I will take you to the most |
Romantic place I know |
Come with me to the cockfight, my dear |
Come see the fearless fowl |
The bell is like beautiful music to me |
Succeeded by shriek and howl |
Come with me to the cockfight tonight |
Come see them bite and scratch |
We’ll see which one is puny and which one is tough |
When they stuff then down that hatch |
Take your seat for the cockfight, my sweet |
Where severed feet sail by |
Eyes are pecked out as I gaze into yours |
Beauty as bright as the blood on their claws |
Come with me to the cockfight, my love |
Come see them shove and maul |
When entrails are flailing you grow pale and faint |
But I’ll catch you if you fall |
Come with me to the cockfight, my love |
Gasp as the blood runs free |
Don’t be surprised if it gets in your eyes |
And mind how you sit, lest it drip in your tea |
Come with me to the cockfight, you may |
Always of this be sure |
As the cock of the walk rips the breast in his grip |
That I’ll be more gentle with yours |
And as your eyelids flutter |
Their wings begin to flutter |
I think i’ll have a flutter |
On that roster from Calcutta |
And as they screech and squawk and cluck |
I do beseech thee lady luck |
For ample fortune, ample pluck |
To ask my lady |
If she’ll maybe |
Come with me to the cockfight, you dish |
Where wishbones splinter and snap |
We whistle for gristle and when one is dead |
We’re enraptured as he runs around devoid of a head |
Come with me to the cockfight, oh do |
Dinner’s included too |
When niblets of giblets are shredded and torn |
They’re a romantic meal for two |
Come with me to the cockfight, oh my |
Come for the death and gore |
When we’re together the feathers will fly |
And I’ll kiss you as they mop up the guts on the floor |
Come with me to the cockfight next week |
Watch as their beaks dig in |
The fun will begin as their innards appear |
And I’ll save you an avian organ as a souvenir |