Eat me alive

It’s cold and late

We’ve  run out of wood

You kiss my cheek

But that is no good

You kiss me twice

But take my advice   e

You’de better beware of mice

 

It’s cold and late

We’ve run out of gin

You kiss my cheek

No pleasure, no sin

You kiss my hair

You’d better beware

Of poison in the air

 

 

It’s cold and late

We’ve run out of peace

You kiss my loins

And I watch the fleas

They fly around

And cover the sound

Of bombs falling to the ground

 

It’s cold and late

We’ve run out of love

You kiss my leg

You bite my toes off

You eat them all five

You eat me alive

I’m happy cause You survive