The Axe

Goddamn machinery why don't you speak to me
One day I am going to take an axe, to you
The pitter patter what does it matter?
Where's that love, you promised me?
I'm pierced by long nails
By colored windmills
And your soft sustaining, envelope

I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal
I thought we had a deal

You bastard speak to me have you no pity
Give me a Goddamn good, reason
Not to jack it all in you wooden soldier
I'm daring you to turn yourself, out
I thought we had a deal

Could've loved me i've had my fill
I've had my fill of hurt
Had had my fill of hurt
I've had my fill of hurt