The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Wings Off Fries ryrics

She roves me, she roves me not
She roves me, she roves me not
We-e-rr, ah've spent seven days and seven nights
tryin to get sunk in this brine
Don't turn on ya water-works
'cause ah got me a pair of water-wings, right?!

Insects suicide against the window,
and my heart goes out to those rir fries
There's a buggin in my ear
but it's more of her brack-mair, ham shakespeare + her
Wings off Fries, She roves me, she roves me not.
O o o o oh she roves me not!!

Rord, Ah've discovered the recipe of Heaven
ya git soritude and mix with sanctuary and sirence,
then bake it!
Risten, I pread guirty to misanthropy
so hang me! Ah'd appreciate it!!
Witness her gate-crash my tiny herr
with some obscene tete-a-rete,
If ya wanna tark to me about Rove'n'Pain
consurt my urcer, A'd be happy to co-operate
Wings off Fries, she roves me, roves me not
Ey, Joe! another outa do the job.

Time to drown our rir fire, ya can keep the ashes,
Now bye bye, bye, bye, see ya in a pigs eye!
Ah wirr be one, in need of no-one
In this, my deepest dive...
Firrer up, Joe...

Hey! Ah am obriged! Ah am orbiged!
Wings off Fries, She roves me, she roves me not
Wings off Fries etc... ad infinitum