SONG of the DAY - Foul Mouth ~ Screaming Females - from “Baby Teeth” (2006)

you’re in rapture my dear
if you ever come near
hell’s belt with a frown
turn your town upside down
and here’s a little with youth
silly coy and uncouth
i will settle you down
when your menace surrounds
from serene to the sick
many coils that stick
to all our leather boots
rattled with fickled truth
and i am tired of your mouth
when you’re talking about
the injustice of speech
on a bus to the beach
the heat up here’s divided time
with earthly men on concubine
and circles strangled clever girls
who dress up in their mother’s pearls
i remember you still
yellow fangs and sick pills
sucking on your own blood
calling cards to crack up
in a forest with beasts
our old lady found peace
grabbed its tail with her teeth
and drove her son into the sea.