lyrical fitness...

say say my playmate
won't you lay hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy
got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box; gotta gut that fish
my mind's aflame.
we could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldn't get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked...
my mind has changed
my body's frame but god i like it
my heart's aflame, my body's strained
but god i like it
my mind has changed
my body's frame but god i like it
my heart's aflame, my body's strained
but god i like it
charge me your day rate
i'll turn you out in kind when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind
baby doll, i recognize you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's you, you, you, you.
i know its strange; another way to get to know you.
you'll never know unless we go, so let me show you.
i know its strange; another way to get to know you.
we've got till noon-- here comes the moon so let it show you
dream me, oh dreamer down to the floor.
open my hands and let them weave into yours.
fell me, completer down to my core.
open my heart and let it bleed into yours.
feeding on fever down on all fours i'll show you what all that howl is for
hey, hey my playmate let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees;
it's hot here hot here hot here hot here
got a curse we cannot lift; shines when the sunset shifts
there's a cure: comes with a kiss
the bite that binds, the gift that gives
now that we got gone for good writing under your riding hood
tell your gramma and your mma too it's true
we're howling forever.