The Hidden Cameras - In The Union of Wine lyrics

With fangs and red eyes, I boast my hairy shrine The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives Through the blunder and the cold, the ca**ette survives Brittle plastic, the tongue tied, and my week's favorite find In the union of wine, to be seen is to be blind The ca**ette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind I tripped through his front door Entangled clothes and bones as we lay warm He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef In the union of wine, I may be lost, but he is mine To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined I wore out his radio It's like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that In the union of wine, in my Walkman I am blind 'Cause the ca**ette is a lie, to be born is to be blind In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright In the union of wine, he's neither bold nor even bright