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lyrics
I'm looking for your offspring
I need to taste them
I lie open-jawed by the wellspring
Aching to chase them
I’m hiding low in your privet
Prove it
I snake from your Sunday supplement
Into the kennel of your bitch
You search for me in dark places
Like schoolyards and mirrors
I slide into prosaic form
To feed your night terrors
I am awake when you're not
And I'm hot, unlike your unlucky victim
Who was mostly unseen
Thus unclean
My favourite time of day is night
Your vestigial vigilantes can’t catch me
You’ll need more than shrieking tabloids to trap me
Crucify one more of your own
While I still hunt alone
My favourite time of day is night
I’m the witch of the motorway
Stalking your familiar
You don’t realise how much you love me
I’m part of your nature
I am as English as Jimmy or Gary
Snarling in your headlight beam
Just marginally
Less
Obscene