Texty: Augie March. The Honey Month.

This honey month I'm telling you
Don't go turning your radio on,
A one and a two, should I talk to you,
Like the others do?

Get yr knees up beneath the bar,
I'm leaving now, but I won't go far...

This honey month I'm telling you
Don't go turning your radio on,
And this honey month, with the wine
One your breath, and singing the same
Stolen song
I want you to know,
I want you to know,
What you don't want to know.

Beneath the revving of a car,
The evensong of the abbatoir...

Moo, you bloody choir,
Moo and lo, lo and moan.
Moo, you huddled choir,
Moo and lo,
How the night arrives with a blow.

And this honey month, already married enough,
and wondering where it went wrong,
I'll make you come,
I'll make you go,
I'll make you come apart again