Grunky Funk: Music
Two Lovers
(Grunky Funk)
Two Lovers
Two lovers entwined
On the floor in a fit of crime
Reason numbed with familiar wine
Passions warmed with wanton minds
Their love, despised and concealed
A love hastened and shyly revealed
Two lovers entwined
On the floor in a fit of crime
Reading the lines from a subway hall,
Starring at the floor of dank cold stall
Waking bruised from a shattered embrace
Walking dazed with a beaten bloody face
Oh, what’s done,
Leaves little left undone
Take my hand behind
Take my hand in crime
Oh, oh, it’s done
Walking down a gauntlet of brutal cold streets
Society’s gift for a love borne between two sheets
Take my hand my friend
Defy our detested end.
Two lovers entwined
On the floor in a fit of crime
Senses piqued with the scent of success
Logic numbed by ecstasy’s bliss
Their love denied and confined
A love exposed and crudely defined
Two lovers entwined
On the floor in a fit of crime
Reading the lines from a subway hall
Starring at the floor of dank cold stall
Waking bruised from a shattered embrace
Walking dazed with a beaten bloody face
Oh, what’s done,
Leaves little left undone
Take my hand behind
Take my hand in crime
Oh, oh, it’s done
Walking down a gauntlet of brutal cold streets
Society’s gift for a love borne between two sheets
Take my hand my friend
And defy our hasted end.
…and love me…