Cocoa Hooves
GLASS ANIMALS · Zaba 2014 · Track 09 of 10
Written by Dave Bayley
This old goat with beard of Grey He turns his leather gripped cane, Those times you clapped and called for quiet They've come to hold you, ain't that nice? He packs a fat oom paul to Jib and make home-baked perfume Sips froth from soft, warm joe Snug eiderdown bedclothes
You know, you know the way that I hide
Come on you hermit, you never fight back Why don't you play with bows and arrows? Why don't you dance like You're sick in your mind? Why don't you set your wings on fire?
You slick back that wiry mane A neat tucked slice Deep trees sleep on the dank lawn And scratch the slate You finger down that waxen line Between your breasts That squeaky pain upon each breath The plumbers left
You know the way that I hide for you
Come on you hermit, you never fight back Why don't you play with bows and arrows? Why don't you dance like You're sick in your mind? Why don't you set your wings on fire?
Come on you hermit, why don't you play nice? Why don't you toy with sex and violence? Why don't you stare back Into my huge eye? Why don't you set my wings on fire?