Where Boys Fear To Tread
Candy cane walks downTo build a bonfire, to break my fallMy baby, my sweet thingJust maybe we could lose ourselves this timeKing of the horseflies, dark prince of deathHis tragic forces are heaven sentIn sweet things, in a lovers breathIn knowing this was meant to be the lastA go-go-kids, a go-go-styleA suck suck kiss, a suck suck smileAs always, in young needA veiled promise to never dieOn dead highways, her black beauties roamFor june angels, so far from homeFor a love lost, a faded pictureTo tread lightning, to ink the lavender skiesSo get on the bomb