Find me out this labyrinth place
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field
Replace with Piccadilly whores
Transfer me to that solid plain
I get bored, I do get bored
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
Hammer me into blazon pain
Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim
Mirrors multi reflecting this
For a maiden's sake and maiden flight
Calm eye-flick-shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn
Molding shapes no shame to waste
As life maps out onto my brow
I do get bored, I get bored
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
Yin and Yang lumber punch
In the flat field I do get bored
And force my slender thin and lean
Let me catch the slit of light
In the flat field
Where is the string that Theseus laid?
In the flat field
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
In the flat field
I get bored, I do get bored
