Scott Walker - See You Don’t Bump His Head Lyrics

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Spring might gently
Press its thumbs
Against your eyes.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

A cobweb melts
within a womb.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

An incontinent
Is singing Scarpia.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

A mythic instance
Of erotic impulse

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

-is slipping under
A surefire sign.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Bdelloid rotifers
Join the chitterling circuit.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Shit might pretzel
Christ’s intestines.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Being crushed
From the inside out.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

On the snow
“Rummy” flaunts
His unmanly dribble.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

A tiny laugh
Dirties everything it touches.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Night stops dripping
Through the stars.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song,

Blast the sheet
Of jewels
Horizon to horizon.

While plucking feathers
From a swan song.