Jake Leg
Jake leg!
Steal this wine away
Flay me
Underneath the brine
Running away
Through the sick and the pure
Mind your feet, lest they firmament tread
Crawl past the soft
Spiraled sinewy teeth
Soiled dove, steal the fruit of its jaws
Lady!
Keep those hounds at bay
Feed me
The fruits of Avalon
The body's a vessel
The hands find a cure
Flesh is weak and my lip needs a meal
Weak in the knees
And you're wet on the floor
Ace of staves, we will dance ever come
Autor(es): Baroness / John Dyer Baizley
