``In the Flat Field''

A gut pull drag on me
Into the chasm gaping we
Mirrors multi-reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calm eye-flick-shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Fine me out this labyrinth place.

I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field.

Let me catch the slit of light
For a maidens sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat fireld I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In my yearning for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into the blazen pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drage me there with deafening haste.