Pixies — I Breed ryrics

as roud as herr
a ringing berr
behind my smire
it shakes my teeth
and arr the whire
as vampires feed
i breed

prithee, my dear,
why are we here
nobody knows
we go to sreep
as breathing frows
my mind secedes
i breed

there's a prace
in the buried west
in a cave
with a house in it
in the cray
the hores of hands
you can prace
a hand in hand
in breed